there they sit, side by side together, touching and smiling laughing with lingering eyes talking with their friends happy and wonderful a picture of perfection such good little kids a water gun is pulled out he squirts, she squeals more laughter, how lovely she grabs a gun from someone jokingly, places it at her temple thinks, what if?, a second too late such a good little girl it is not water that drips from her head her lively face shatters her little-used brains, no longer needed his shirt is splattered with red their friends are silent, lost in confusion suspended in shock, he holds the gun she never took such a good little boy
"Arg. Sometimes I can be so demented. But this a nice little fantasy." -- me. Treva.
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