Her

I watched her today on the swingset. A woman going high in the air. Sand underneath her. Blonde hair blown in the wind. She flew solo.

Looking at her, I wondered what her game was? Why was she by herself ? Did she have a man at home cutting grass or tinkering with a car ? Or, watching golf ? Was she trying to regain youth ?

Her feet dragged in the sand. She had landed. Sitting there twisting in a seat. Holding onto chains. Maybe she had been all her life. Grasping at something. She did not laugh. No smile.

Then she walked away. Perhaps back to an empty house. Maybe an apartment she once shared with a lover. I watched her walk away. I wonder if she took a shortcut home.

She was gone.

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dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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