I remember the summer nights of my youth when the real darkness didn’t arrive until well past the first flicker of the streetlights.  We would ride our bikes all the way to the edge of the city and use the trail to get us to the dock.  Back then there were no danger signs, and though the water was deep, somehow we always made it back to the surface.

© LaRonda Moore

[69 wds]

Inspired by the 3 Line Tales Challenge – Week 51

photo by Sean Tan via Unsplash 

Author: LaRonda Moore

Writing has been my outlet since the tender age of seven. I can remember my first journal and the authentic way in which I wrote in gave me power, it fostered hope, but most of all, in it I found my voice.

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