A Vignette of Imagination: Lasting Treasures
Lasting Treasures
They rush across the playground in a panic. The pirates are on their tails and they have the one and only ruby treasure. It holds the secret map to the hidden cave of gold. He grabs her arm to help her off the ship. Her heart beats quickly as she stumbles behind him holding his hand for dear life. They reach a secret hideaway behind some bushes that make them invisible, and duck low just to be safe. She’s huddle close to him, both panting covered in dirt and woodchips from the playground. He tells her the coast is clear and they both are at ease with the treasure in hand. Still holding his hand she says thank you for saving me. He pecked her on the cheek, and promptly ran away.
If only love were as easy as when I was five. When virginity was not even a thought and children came from mommy’s tummy. Boys were only mean when they liked you and you were safe from the one’s that didn’t because your best friend gave you a cootie shot. Broken hearts consisted of not getting to stay up late or breaking your favorite toy rather than being cheated on or left behind. If only love lasted like it did when we were five, there would be no pain of missing it.