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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2022
Submitted to Contest #155
I struggle up the hill to the playground, snow crunching under my boots. The streetlights are on, and everything is glowy and orange, almost dreamlike. The swing creaks as I relax my weight onto the stiff seat. It's not because I'm much bigger since I last came, though I am. These swings have creaked and groaned since I was young. The familiar sound brings me back to that time, hearing the repetitive squeaking as one swung forward and the other backward. I remember my small hand interlocked with another, giggles and footsteps tracing up ...
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