We played here as children.
Well, my sister played; I raced round corners frantically searching for her. She’d tell me she’d lost her way but I knew, even then, that the only thing she was trying to lose was me.
How things change…
A shadow falls across the path. It’s her. Again.
“Are you all right?”
I’m not, but I won’t be the one to say.
“I’ll always be here for you.”
Yeah, life’s a bitch like that.
“Did you take your meds this morning?”
“You’re absolutely certain?”
Over and over again, sis. Sorry…
Well, I tried for a funny one this week, but nothing would spring to mind – just not in the mood I guess. Friday Fictioneers kicks off again with Rochelle in the driving seat. Thanks for the ride, Rochelle. 🙂