The swings creak. The slides throw long shadows. Here is where we shared an orange. There is where your sister skinned her knee. Little dramas, all grown up.
Come, children, new playgrounds await.
This post was written in response to the final Trifecta Writing Challenge prompt:
For the final challenge here at Trifecta, we considered some flash and dazzle, a wild prompt to send us off with a bang. What we realized was the most achingly beautiful, haunting and dazzling words we’ve read from our brilliant community have been the ones you chose when you were given the freedom to write with abandon. So we’re lovingly, and eagerly, placing the choice in your hands. There’s no topic, no word, just a free write. Go anywhere your mind wants to travel. Take us there too. Just make it count, leave your blood all over this page. Thirty-three words exactly. Of course. We couldn’t end it any other way.
I’ll miss you, Trifecta. Hope to see you all in new playgrounds.