I showed you my collection of sins
in their mayonnaise jar on the shelf
and you took it down and poured them out
and turned them over one by one
in your callused palms and between your fingers,
feeling their textures against your lips and across your windburned cheeks,
like so many pebbles plucked from the shore.
They were red and green,
a few of them purple
either smooth as lies or jagged as bitten nails
and some of them made you cry
and some of them turned you on
and I added a few more purple ones that night.
You kissed away my doubts
and in the morning we buried the jar in the back yard
with the other things that have no place
in the here and now
between the row of goldfish and the row of hamsters
under the blazing pyracanthas.
You even put up a little cross
made of popsicle sticks, still sticky (so were our mouths)
as a touch of irony.
You were already gone by the time I found yours,
your pickle jar full of brightly-coloured sins
hiding in the bottom
"HEY ENGLAND!"you yelled and waved wildly while bystanderds gave you strange looks.
"[Name], Stop it!"he yelled at you.
"Stop what?"you said smiling at him kindly.
"Oh, You know what!"he yelled.
You listened to him rant until he was interupted by a slurrrrrping sound.
"What the bloody hell was that-!"he started but looked up at you and saw a 'GULP' in your small hands.
"Hahaha! Chill England!"you laughed as you took a bite of your burger.
"Your being extremly unlady like!"he yelled but you just laugh at him.
"I think your over reacting-!"you said when a pickle got stuck in the back of your throat.
You instantly dropped your food and grasped your neck while making choaking noises.
"[N-Name]! This isn't funny!"England growled but soon relized you were actually choaking.
"Crap!"he said as he went behind you and gave you the
I bent down to the asphalt-covered ground and picked up the blue piece of paper with a red and white ball on it, flipping it over. A blue dragon with a red head covered in spikes stared at me menacingly, the Pokemon card calling it Druddigon. "You're pretty beast, y'know, Druddigon?" I whispered softly, slipping the card into my pocket and walking inside. I was sure the owner wouldn't miss it.
I plopped down next to my brother, who was playing Black Ops. He shot a virtual person then growled at me, "Get yer leg offa me, it's freezing." I felt my leg, and sure enough, he was right. I instinctively removed the Druddigon card from my pocket, then dropped it with a yelp - it was steaming hot!
Ignoring the weirdness of it all, I reached back and wrapped my cold leg in a blanket. I turned to pick up my hopefully cooled down Druddigon card, but it was gone. "That's weird..." I whispered shakily. Trying to take my mind off it, I grabbed and X-box controller and got re