Better Times
The door locked with a clunk. The rush of air sharpened the pain in the ribbons and welts across my bare back. I closed my eyes against the tears and hummed a tune.
The exhilarating hang-time of the swing, the wonderful dizziness of the roundabout… and my childhood memories soothed my aches once more.
Better Times is a post from: Adventure and Learning
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