She wore it attached to a collar on her neck. It was a locket. A gold locket with filigree flowers and vines. It was beautiful. And it was attached by a split ring to a pink dog collar. She wore it around her neck and the pink from the collar matched the pink on the tips of her liberty spikes. Her blue eyes sparkled as she grinned at me and my heart began to pound.
One Word
Today’s OneWord: Plans
I had plans. Big plans. Not the pie in the sky, I wanna be famous, kind of plans, but they were big plans nevertheless. I was a simple girl back then, just wanting a family and a home I could be proud of instead of the run down trailer I had grown up in with a drunk father and June Cleaver for a mother. It was sad and scary, really, the way she thought she was perfect and refused to admit that we were not.
Tell Your Friends:
Today’s OneWord: Hinge
Hinges squeak when they get old and rusted. When a door opens, you hear the creaking hinge all over the house. Everyone knows what the sound is and which door has been opened. So I don’t know why I thought I was going to get away with sneaking back into the house at 4 o’clock in the morning, but I did. And I didn’t.
Eileen Maki 