She needed a trusted adult,
Unfortunately, those in her life were anything but.
What about others?
The lifeguard? Too busy working her whistle.
The friendly old lady next door? Hard of hearing.
The babysitter retaliated,
imprisoning her within confines
of a grubby, grimy playpen.
She vowed then, someday, somehow, she would escape.
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I am participating in Flash Friday 55, a meme hosted by our very own Mr. Know it All (aka G-Man). The purpose is to write a story or prose in exactly 55 words, no more, no less. Care to join the fun? Just link up in G-Man's comment section.
