I remember those times.
Where we would all play outside.
In the sun,
The grass tickling
Our ankles.
The wind brushing through
Our hair.
It was always the perfect day.
The perfect weather.
The perfect time.
The perfect everything.
I remember it
So vividly.
So clear it might as well
Be right in
Front of me.
Like a movie.
Displaying my life.
I like to rewind it.
And watch,
Over,
And over
Again.
I think this is
My favorite movie.
Better than any
I've ever seen.
And hey!
It's free to watch, too.
So that's a plus
For me,
I guess.
YOU ARE READING
Sal
Short StoryBeing stuck on death row can be pretty boring. Why not write about everything until the inescapable death that waits for me just as much as I wait for it.
