Pinky Promises

January 17, 2018

I stand behind the green tubular slide, my pinkie constricted by Lauren’s pinkie. “You swear not to tell. Pinky promise.” she says. “I pinky promise.” I reply, tears running down my face. She smiles and lets go. We walk together, arms linked, laughing. The secret stays behind us; my blood staining the dirt.






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