- The boy ran barefoot through the daisy-flecked grass, his eyes gleaming like molten honey beneath the final rays of sunlight. He danced between the flowers, trampling the fire ants beneath the pads of his feet. Like an unhinged god, thrown down from the sky.
- We were young back then, two devils running as fast as their little legs could carry them. Troublesome grins curved on both our innocent faces. Rosy cheeks and satin eyelids.
- Popsicles pressed to our puckered lips, we basked in the summer sun. Golden rays burning our shoulders as we licked the dripping cherry-flavor off our fingers.
- “WE’RE FLYING!” he would cry, reveling in all his glory. Stood at the back of my fathers truck, we let the wind tear at our hair. Let it drag long, rough fingers, across our skin. Head tipped back, we hollered at the sky, rebellion echoing in our small voices whilst the dark tires left tracks in the grass.
- We snuck out that evening, bored with the small talk adults were so good at starting. Lept into the moonlit pool, no fear of the snakes which might be waiting. Clothes drenched, sticking to our dainty little bodies, we laughed and gurgled in the dark chlorine-infused waters. Splashing and swimming beneath the cloudy skies.
To be continued…
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