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At day’s end
when
shadows were long
we’d sit and dangle bare legs
over the edge
of the fire escape.
Looking down on the city
was sort-of magicy.
The smell of
bus-fumes-liver-and-onions-pot-curry
danced through the air
and the tiny people below
softened into vagueness
as the sun snuck off.
You and I would talk about
far away…
long ago…
yet to
be…
There were forests
full of green and grey,
swimming pools,
and yards big enough for puppies.
There were dragons and gargoyles
to be dealth with;
criminals to be fought,
awards to accept.
We could go anywhere,
do anything,
and nothing could stop us.
Except for mama
calling us to bed.
This is for The Mag creative writing site hosted by Tess Kincaid, and also linked to dVerse open link night. Click on the links and check them out for some great writing.
