Genre: Realistic Fiction
Word Count: 99
On fragrant spring afternoons, on the mossy stone patio in Arlene’s backyard, we shared sandwiches, secrets and giggles as only little girls can. In summer we waded in the creek that ran behind her house and tried to catch tadpoles that tickled our bare toes.
When we entered junior high, Arlene withdrew and when I tried to talk to her about it, she turned away as if I no longer existed. I never knew why or whether I had done something dreadful to offend her.
The questions, answered by silence, scarred my heart. Fifty years later, the ache remains.
“It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.” –E. E. Cummings
There’s no time like the present to get over the past and get on with the future.