Thursday 16 April 2015

....And then there were none.






She came back looking for her chalked-on pavement fairytales,

merry-go-round horses and

supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

dreams.


but this time the story ended before she had time to jump.

Only the rain came down.

melting sunshines and rainbows into the grey cement floors that cracked beneath her feet.