Child’s Play.

The marriage fractured after their little girl’s death.

He needed a new house in which to start over.

She could not leave the place where her daughter drew both her first, and last breaths.

And on still days the old tyre swing would move to the peal of a child’s laugh.

© Liezel Graham 2018.

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Liezel Graham

Wife. Mum. Lover of words. Lover of the Word. Writer of stories. I drink too much coffee and dream improbably big dreams. The quintessentially weird kid, all grown up and (still) finding refuge in books and words.

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