the grassy knoll

for brad, because he said i could write about grass and he would read it.


once upon a time, there was a small girl. the child enjoyed the warmth of the sun on a breezy summer day and spent many hours on a grassy knoll near her neighborhood. To get the hills, she would cross the street and go down the side yard of a neighbor’s house, creep through his backyard, walk the beaten path in the forest beyond, and a breathe relief as the trail opened up to the field.

one day while she was laying in the grass, she noticed a tickling sensation on her wrist. as she looked down and squinted at it, she saw a teensy spider.

then it bit her and she died.

the end.


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