Saturday, 31 January 2009

She is not forgotten

when I started school in 1959,
she struggled like the
goblin of our dreams.

we stared when she wet her knickers,
laughing at the fear it could be us

We played and then
she was gone

fifty years later,
she haunts me still.
was she disappeared
to die faded

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This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.