The day after that conversation,
I chose a different venue.
The park was illuminated by glittering
stars and the light of the moon.
I sat in a red tire swing watching her
approach me. She was wearing a nylon red
figure hugging dress.
Her: Hey.
Her lips stretched into a smile,
showing off her beautiful crooked
white teeth. She seated herself on
the tire swing, propping her sneakers
on my lap.
Me: Hey. Do you want to do something different tonight?
Her: I-I don't know...
Me: It'll be fun. I promise.
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vixens; victims; vicodins [editing]
Teen Fictionnixon and monroe are two fluorescent adolescents who participate in activities that ruin their lives under a hot boston sun.