First Love (flash fiction)

You saved me from my life all hot slaps of noise and school intense like Heathers, and kissed away stings from hard words and knuckled fingers. We watched my school uniform burn, you laughing the loudest!

My mum still asks why I left, like she doesn’t know, and reckons Dad is sorry now. She flinches at your name. I enjoy her blink.

But I made the right decision.  Of course I did. You tell me often enough, it must be true.

Published by Paragraph Planet, 3rd September 2015 



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