holly-d.-2012

Prompt: 15 minutes / stream of consciousness / a playground

I also had My Dark Side on repeat while writing this, so that may have influenced things. Also, this is written in the first person but it is not about me.

It’s the same playground we always used to come to as children. We’d run in the burning sand during the summer, roll in the grass underneath the trees; hide in the equipment from the rain and pretend we were at a school of magic; we’d make the biggest pile of leaves we could and invite other kids to jump in with us to make it more fun. Those were always the best days. It changed as we grew up, but that park was still ours. Even when you moved across town, we’d still walk over there together when you came over.

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