Remembrance
The watch's resounding ticks brought mum's nagging to life. I was running late again. I had forgotten her quaint little teatime party. Driving round the corner, expectantly waiting for the lineup of salubrious widows' abodes, I was gretted with a row of burnt ramshackle houses and a fleeting memory of her death. I had forgotten.
Flight
She flies and... she sticks the landing! My passing flights of fancy bound by squares of scribbled chalk had me smiling. Showing off is a daily ritual and social quo is a ladder made built for climbing. As anticipation escalated, I took a leap and crashed. Now, I'm the girl who broke her foot playing hopscotch.
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I think you know who i am. (Incredible Hulk + Big Foot = MY FOOT)
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