Roam

She was my daughter’s best friend. She stood next to me and held my hand while my little girl’s pink casket was lowered into the ground.

The last time I saw her she was chasing me down the street as I left the town that was slowly suffocating me to death.

But now she’s a woman and she needs my help. So I’ll save her and ask for nothing in return. Except maybe one thing that I’m not sure she’s ready to lose.

© 2019 Anna Brooks (Rafbók): 6610000181032

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Rafbók: 3 juni 2019