The blue swirly slide
on the school playground reminds... Beckoning a distant time when the streets flooded with rain, and I pulled my pant legs up to dance down the avenue. I sloshed in the dirty water, heeded my Mother's warning to stay clear of the sewers as I kicked through floating sticks that sailed like mighty barges on the Mississippi. Crinkled brown leaves stuck to my knees as I smiled at the river that was my front street. I sat on the drowning pavement and I was Queen of the Nile. All hail my watery fortress! I want this blue slide, here on the playground, to machine me some time to use the way I want.
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AuthorMolly Roland is a writer by nature, and she enjoys stepping over the invisible lines society loves to draw. Categories |