By Dante A. Murray
From the sidewalk looking up the slope to the massive oak tree you saw a picnic basket and a girl with her back resting against the trunk of the tree.
Her head was tilted to the left and seemed to be falling away from her shoulders.
She wore the uniform of captain of the girls varsity cheerleading squad, complete with standard saddle shoes.
She dressed that morning for him since his remark that he always wanted to date a cheerleader.
What you could not see from your sidewalk view was the needle in her arm.
She would understand him not coming.
Ooooh… You know, I read the title, but still did not expect the ending. This was very well written. Nice job Dante.
The layers … magnificent.
Thank you all for your feedback.
wonderful—–always a never thought of ending–
Nicely understated. Well done