She fell hard.
On her back, thick legs sprawled in the haphazard fashion that gravity tends to inflict on the exhausted. Her left arm was stretched out, cushioned by the grass. Her right draped over her face, covering her features like a superhero’s mask. Her mouth hung open, taking in deep draughts of air.
“I don’t want to.”
“What was that?”
“I said,” she shouted into the nothingness of the sky blue, “I don’t want to.”
She flung her right arm to the side. It bounced on the grass once before...
Published on January 24, 2016 13:38