Many thanks to you all. I’m still trying to get back into any kind of a routine so that I can be fair and give you all responses on your writing as well. 💖 I always appreciate the time you give me. And, as always, many thanks to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers.
When you’re nine you don’t think anything about a policeman asking you about a van. “That’s Uncle Dan’s.” Because everyone knows he drives a junker.
You and your friends play on the swings, the jungle gym, not knowing what happened two towns over to three little blonde-haired, blue-eyed girls.
Your blonde hair glows like a halo, your smile so innocent, your laugh joyous.
With your grandmother you sing, “Top of the World” by the Carpenters. You like the way her eyes lift toward the skies where you hope heaven is.
It’s in darkness your nightmares come.