“Freckle”

Susan Black
May 8, 2024
1 min read

Published on VineLeavesPress.com (“50 Words Give or Take”).

I’m four years old. Dad is scrubbing my face with a washcloth. He keeps scrubbing just under my lower lip, just above my chin. “It won’t come off,” he says. I giggle because I know why. “It’s a freckle, not a dirt spot!” It’s still there, along with the memory.

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