Time for another Monday’s Minute Challenge! I chose the word prompt.
This was our place. I almost expect to see one of them run to me now. “Hey Robbie! How’s the world’s fastest peg-legged man?” No one comes.
I can remember everything. Romping and rioting in the woods. Splashing in the tingling cool lake. Laughing around the crackling campfire. They were the only ones who didn’t care I was different.
Then the newspaper headlines. War, they read. All able-bodied men forced to fight. Able-bodied. No wooden legs like mine allowed. So I watched them leave. One by one.
I stare at the rope swing hanging from the tree, now hauntingly vacant.
I turn to leave. This place doesn’t matter anymore. Nothing does. Because they’re all gone now.