maireadthe woods are for secrets.mairead3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
mairead knows this. it has been her truth for years. the woods are where she kissed poor tom the carpenter's boy. they're where she buried her brother evan's goldfish after she accidentally killed it (and where she buried its replacement). and they're wherebut no.
mairead closes her eyes, presses her fists against her face, rubs her eyelids. she's been here for too long. she doesn't know where her head is at.
she doesn't know how long she's been here, to be honest; the days have blurred together in a mess of hands and lips and breadcrumbs and birdsong. and secrets. she can't even remember half of them. she can't remember half of anything.
she hasn't eaten anything substantial in days, but her mouth tastes of gingerbread.
she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a purple gumdrop, and regards it for a second before popping it into her mouth without a second