Some Games Are Not For Grown-Ups
Ten, nine, eight jumps to go. Nick meets my gaze. Seven, six, five, four.
Say it, Nick. Say it. Three.
“Irene.”
Grown-ups shouldn’t play alphabet games.
“Isa, come back. Letter I is so tricky.”
Grown-ups shouldn’t jump rope. It’s not good on the heartstrings.
I sat under a Jacaranda and tore the Valentine’s Day card. Nick and Isa 4 ever 2 gether littered my lap.
Grow up.
I dug into my hand bag, pulled out my diary and littered again. My lap brimming with lavender scented paper.
Grown-ups shouldn’t keep diaries. It’s not like I’m Anaïs Nin for goodness sake!
From Guest Contributor Isabelle B.L
Isabelle is a teacher based in France. She has published a novel inspired by the life of a New Caledonian feminist and politician. Her work can be found in the Best Microfiction 2022 anthology, Visual Verse, Free Flash Fiction and elsewhere.
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