Laughing, she ran.
Bare feet slapping the grass.
Naked legs, adorned with purple speckled bruises.
Green grass-stained knees.
Red cuts, scraped skin.
Her flowered dress, sleeveless and short, twirled around her thighs, as she ran.
Looking back over one shoulder.
“Come on,” her body seemed to beckon.
Her features veiled behind hair, wild and untamed, like the pony in the meadow.
She ran, and he ran.
Until they collapsed, under the tree they were sure to climb after lunch.
She grabbed a plum from atop the picnic basket of delights, and sunk her teeth in, deep.
Juices dripping down her chin, settling to stain into the fabric of her dress.
But she and he.
Well, they were already off.
Racing the train.
For in the shadow of the great, steel giant, they felt strong and powerful.
Like they could run forever and never tire.
Never need more air.
Laughing, she ran 🦋
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Photo & Poetry credit: drnicoletheronparkes💎