I laughed it off as kids messing around. Well, it was a playground and so easy to write in chalk.
I was tried of people taking advantage of my ‘gift’ or else mocking with silly requests. So, why was I here? Because I couldn’t reuse to help.
Watching darkness fall and teenagers leave, I listened.
There was a child by the swings, writing in chalk missplet words on the soft floor. It was a boy, dungarees, no shoes, accident death from the monkey bars five years ago.
‘Hello,’ I said, ‘would you like me to help you cross?’
(Inspired by; https://rochellewisoff.com/2019/10/02/27-september-2019/ with thanks).