High-Tech Baby Buggy [Fiction]

“Just look at this! This is just lovely, isn’t it?” Keira says, stroking her—or to put it more precisely, her son’s new buggy, all shiny metal with enormous wheels. Keira and I sometimes meet at the Almássy Park. The walk is inevitable. So is the meeting. A whole year has passed since then. Keira’s one-and-a-half-year-old…