The Perfect Moment

Chipped peach nails.

Chalk dust sprinkled on my feet.

I lay on the pavement and look at the sky; my little brother next to me.

‘It’s beautiful isn’t it?’ I say looking at him, his face stretched into a smile.

‘Yes.’ He says in his childish voice that I love so much.

I grab his hand and seep in the sun’s rays.

That moment was perfect.

 

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