a hand dusting of petite gold stars shimmering bright. Dirty candy he called them because beauty like this, why would it present itself to him? That last night, he dropped me off at Prayer Hill Road, a girl running toward the headlights dancing.
He carried rosary beads in his pocket. Trevor Toy. We all had street names. I remembered love. He didn't. So I spun the hard earth into a food medley of lollipop treats for him every night. I dropped to the pillow always hungry. Our last meal together was three shiny chocolate covered almonds dipped in fresh cream,
a hand dusting of petite gold stars shimmering bright. Dirty candy he called them because beauty like this, why would it present itself to him? That last night, he dropped me off at Prayer Hill Road, a girl running toward the headlights dancing.
Kim Favors
3/12/2022 02:42:53 am
I keep rereading this. Intriguing.
David Milner
3/12/2022 09:15:52 am
A strange and lovely hundred words. Good stuff. Comments are closed.
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