Wats dat?

By Suzette

We were waiting for the bus to take us to the park.

    “Gramma wats dat?”

 My granddaughter pointed to something behind me. I looked around then turned back,

 “What darling? There’s nothing there.”

 Her little body jumped with excitement and in a raised voice she said again,

    “Der Gramma; Gramma look!”

I spun round quickly trying to catch a glimpse of who or what was playing tricks; yet again I saw nothing or nor one… I smiled inwardly when I saw my own shadow.  I sat her down on the bench and said,

   “Sit there love, and tell me what’s it doing now.”

I started to dance and she started to laugh. I looked over my shoulder then back at her.

  “Say hello to Gramma’s shadow and then come here and I’ll introduce you to your shadow.”