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Like the woman who wrote the post I've never been raped, but unfortunately I know too many who have been or who were molested.
No pity. No shame. No silence.
No pity. No shame. No silence.
I have no idea where I'm going with this. I was sitting in front of the computer tonight and had to urge to write something. It feels like one of those paragraphs they gave us in school that started off a story and then you have to fill in the rest.
Without further ado...
There were ants in the grass. He knew this because every so often one would march up his bare chest and give him a sharp little bite. He was too dull from the sun to care much, though. He had his feet planted in the creek and dirt, grass and ants sticking to his back. His eyes were closed and behind the lids he saw red and felt that odd swirling sensation that seemed like the earth was moving around him.
"You're going to burn," the voice sounded young, female and more than a little bossy.
He tried cracking open one eyelid. Sunlight flooded in and he recoiled from it, his sweaty back coming away from the ground all muddy and stained green. Between scrubs of his fingers at his eyes he chanced a look up.
Her hair was blonde, ringlets of it framed her head like a halo. He couldn't quite make out her face, the sun was behind her and he was too blinded from it to be able to make out more than a pert little nose and to register than she was grinning. Her feet were bare and she was wearing the dirtiest sun dress he had ever seen. One look at her toes and ankles revealed the reason why, she'd been puddle jumping.
"Hi," she told him cheerily, "I'm Marley and I'm six years old today."
Without further ado...
There were ants in the grass. He knew this because every so often one would march up his bare chest and give him a sharp little bite. He was too dull from the sun to care much, though. He had his feet planted in the creek and dirt, grass and ants sticking to his back. His eyes were closed and behind the lids he saw red and felt that odd swirling sensation that seemed like the earth was moving around him.
"You're going to burn," the voice sounded young, female and more than a little bossy.
He tried cracking open one eyelid. Sunlight flooded in and he recoiled from it, his sweaty back coming away from the ground all muddy and stained green. Between scrubs of his fingers at his eyes he chanced a look up.
Her hair was blonde, ringlets of it framed her head like a halo. He couldn't quite make out her face, the sun was behind her and he was too blinded from it to be able to make out more than a pert little nose and to register than she was grinning. Her feet were bare and she was wearing the dirtiest sun dress he had ever seen. One look at her toes and ankles revealed the reason why, she'd been puddle jumping.
"Hi," she told him cheerily, "I'm Marley and I'm six years old today."
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