The Secret

It is dark,

past bedtime,

but only for her.

Little Girl creeps to the top of the stairs

quiet as a mouse

curious as a cat

she settles onto the soft carpet

and waits,


to the voices below.


they laugh and croon and share



Little Girl gathers up

and holds tightly

to her chest.

They shape her world,

her understanding,

and feed her mind.

She almost holds her breath

only breathing in

to absorb the stories,

until one voice

lets something slip

and it is shocking

and dark

and terrifying

and the voices fall silent.

All but one:

a faint gasp

from the top of the stairs.


Daily Prompt: Tell us about a conversation you couldn’t help but overhear and wish you hadn’t.

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