Barefoot and Dancing.

2002 Words

I park my car close to the entrance of the yard. As I walk down the path towards the shed, I notice that pink and red illuminate the ground where there was once gravel and pebbles, I walk on the path, and as soon as my foot hit the petals that lined the gravel, 10 000 hours by Justin Bieber, shay + Dan started playing. There is a long path to the shed and as I walk further in, a small table stands with a framed picture of  ‘young’ me and Jason, with some candles surrounding it, I smile at the memories, I have previously shared with him. I walk further on, and find another table with a set of panties on, with a note that says, ‘they’ve been washed!’ I chuckle because I recognize those panties from the first night I was back and in Jess’s old apartment. Dirty Dingo, he must have stolen them.

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