August dribbles - 13


If he’d stayed, their children might have played on the slide, climbing high on the frame, screaming loudly to be saved. If he’d stayed.

Since he’d gone, nobody shared her tears, except the sky that spilled them down as rain.

No children played, just memories relayed in shades of gray.

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