She runs to her special swing, her long skirt billowing out behind her. She squeezes her hips into the swing that has grown smaller over the years and pushes against the ground with her feet. Slowly she sways, to and fro, higher and higher. Her skirt feels so smooth against her bare feet. She feels so free, being away from the hubbub of the world. All her worries vanish and she feels calm for the first time in a while. Hot tears push at her eyelids from the pain of the last year.
“No”, she thinks, “I refuse to cry.”
this is my first drabble ever, so please bear with me as I learn!
Good job!
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