“We’re still friends right?” Susie peered down, hesitant to meet my gaze.
Wordless, Susie removed the embroidered bracelet from her wrist and returned it to me.
Then she walked away to join a clique of Prada-wearing girls whose daddies owned bungalows with swimming pools and Porsches.
This is my entry in @felt.buzz's zapfic contest, with the prompt: contrast. The contrast here between the poverty-stricken narrator and rich Susie is implied here.
Children play with each other regardless of their differences, and it's their parents that teach them these arbitrary, even harmful, distinctions.
That is the sad reality of life.
Have you experienced this before? I would like to hear your thoughts in the comments below! 💕
(Picture Source: Pixabay)
