50 Word Stories – Revisiting Childhood

It was snowing. The white flakes collected themselves in my boots which sat on the empty swing beside me. With each blast of the icy wind, I went up into the blue, and tickled the azure belly of the sky, giggling all the while. I was back in my childhood.

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