Prompt: Forbidden Places | Word count: 1800 | Genre: Suspense
I shouldn’t be at your house.
But I am.
I’m sitting on your front porch, on the swing. I love porch swings. They remind me of summer, of lemonade, of pecan pie. Of playing outside. I never minded getting dirty or sweaty or messy.
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