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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
I always wanted to play on the grass beyond the railings. But they never let. I remember when legs were short and I looked through. Asked, “Please?” They said, “No!”
I watch from outside, kids running and playing ball. I want to join, run, play, but if I call out they shout, “Be quiet!”
Muscles in legs twitch with wanting to run. Now I’s big, I can look over the top. Wonder if I could scramble over without hurting. But I tied up too tight. Collar tugs hard. They play. I watch. Wait. Legs twitch.