Sit with me, she breathes, and we’ll play that game of truth or dare, that the kids play when they are bored and have nothing better to do.
She leant back to cut the air with her ribs. They stuck out all across her chest and down her side.
And she is laughing. And I am watching.
Can’t say I remember what she was wearing on that day. So hot all the colours of fabric ran into one big smear.
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