It was just lying there by the side of the road next to a mailbox, pockets turned out, weeds kinda rolled flat around it. I counted three nickels, a dime, and a cigar butt too. I could sure use the change for gum, but I didn't want to get near it. It looked dead, but it just might have been drunk. I don't know anything about dead bodies or drunks. I'm only ten. Some other kids say they'd touched one once: A dead girl. Touched her boobies and everything.
I figure they're lying. We're only ten.
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micro doodling today.
You never know.*
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I'm feeling nostalgic for ten-year-old innocence. Or maybe desperately clinging to the idea it still exists.
"It" says it all. *
Oh. Vivid. ****
The curiosity and the horror dovetailed.
Good micro! Drew me right in. *
Very cool.*
Good doodling. Made me connect with a memory or three.
Spooky.*
I'm glad I don't have any of those kind of memories, Sam. :-)