The Boy and the Girl Anthology

Trust

I put my heart in your hands. It was a fragile weight, a frail bird with clipped wings and a weak song.

You marveled at my softness and wondered how hard you could squeeze before I broke.

You were a reckless, young boy, and I was a little, naïve girl.

Your cupped hands closed and you grinned triumphantly as blood squished out vigorously but the organ held intact.

I smiled back, chest aching and empty because my heart still lingered in your hands…