Never Mind Yesterday

 

Dad, what’s a green belt?

A green belt, son, is what I use to hold my trousers up.

Doesn’t it mean something else, Dad?

No, son.

Isn’t it something to do with trees?

Trees? You’re not old enough to remember trees.

I know Dad, but at school yesterday...

Never mind yesterday, eat up your soya flakes, or you’ll be late.

Yes, Dad.

[Originally published in VIRIDIAN.]

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