they were on the outer edge. a pavilion overlooking the parking lot.
the gate unlocked, the soda machines flowing. someone else's mistake, their good fortune.
the end of a long day.
roller coasters and laffy taffy. the carolina sun. rolling hills.
her fifteen year old legs hung over the picnic table as she sat sipping stolen coke.
she wondered if love would always be like this: an unlimited supply of free coke and a young boy's hand just inches away from her own.
9 comments:
I heart you Meg Fee. xo
you are so wonderful. so are your words. sometimes, i think, love still feels like that.
it does. it does.
I love all your writing adventures. You are such a poetic writer. Keep it coming :)
can i just tell you again for the umpteenth time that i ADORE you.
this just gave me the biggest smile and amazing sense of nostalgia.
xx
Have you seen Remember Me? It really made me think of you! xox
love love love this.
Beautifully written and beautifully felt.
this is beautiful!
wow. :)
oh young love ;)
i just LOVE your writing. please, come out with that novel soon? ;)
your biggest fan,
micaela xo
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