She turned them over carelessly in her hand.
They spilled across the table;
Wasn’t sure where they would land.
Some fell onto the ground.
Bouncing and rolling were terrifying sounds.
I picked up all that I was able –
She made me lose my marbles.
– Written for dVerse Quadrille #11, prompt was “spill.” WC 44. Photo from Pexels.com.
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