There were rickety baskets on the concrete curb that used to carry her teddy bears. Stained and shredded cushions where her family used to sit. Shards of a wooden dresser that used to hold her Sunday dresses and best rainbow footed socks thrown about the sidewalk like rocks in the gutter. It makes me shudder to think of what her parents did. Other drivers may think none of it passing by... But all those bits and pieces were from a young girl's life. And as she floats from home to home, on the curb is where her innocence is piled... waiting for trash day to come.
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AuthorMolly Roland is a writer by nature, and she enjoys stepping over the invisible lines society loves to draw. Categories |