|
The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Show and Tell By Colleen Foster QuailBellMagazine.com Some untampered-with, tousled pre-9/11 version of herself whose internet still dialed sat criss-cross-applesauce on the oriental rug playing not with Barbies but with matches. Potentially an act of arson small enough for the dollhouse, but it stayed safely stashed in the upstairs attic shrouded in a black plastic bag. The useless wisps of smoke curled into the coveted hourglass shape that’s meaningless when you’re a single digit. When Mom(my) and Dad(dy) got home, the slacker babysitter would have no explanation for the ashy smudges, shoulders shrugging off the post-snack activity like graham cracker crumbs. No blood (to be absorbed like a secret), no foul (odor to be Secret-masked). For the meantime, all was left unadulterated. #Unreal #Childhood #Prepubescent #Nostalgia #Memories #WhenIWasAGirl #WayBackThen #ThrowBack #AsAKid Visit our shop and subscribe. Sponsor us. Submit and become a contributor. Like us on Facebook and follow us on Twitter.
CommentsComments are closed.
|
