Warm Lights

By Mara Cavanaugh

The Teletubbies website appears. “Hey! I know them!” I feel my ears against the bouncy, cute, curly pigtails.

Comfortable in my father's lap, I munch on chocolate ice cream.

I start to climb onto the desk. Something was watching us.

He tries to draw my attention back to them. “Look it's... Tinky-Winky!” It is Tinky-Winky and Laa Laa and...

The big circle glass in a square black box blinks.

I can't see.

A head pokes out, a stranger looks at us, upset.

Much later I was told it was a failed Sears photo shoot.

A response to the National Poetry Month prompt