Writing Wednesday – “The Slides Burnt Our Lips”

David Dean is back for Writing Wednesday with a new beautiful short story entitled “The Slides Burnt Our Lips”. Read, imagine and enjoy. Photograph: Warren Haas

THE SLIDES BURNT OUR HIPS

In the summer our swimsuits

stuck to the smooth
heat wave metal mirrors
melting thighs in the sun

Blonde pony tail held
by one red elastic
Ukrainian girl
I don’t remember your name

The paths in the concrete
were rivers downstream
to the shade of a fence
and the traffic on Ossington

Hidden behind propped up
planks of finger paint plywood
the shadows of leaves
red of sun through closed eyelids

Stained glass reflected
the white of freshly painted
chain link and the crystalline
sand of the playground

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