If you’re reading this my name’s Annie.
If you’re reading this then I guess the worst has already happened.
Maybe not. Maybe it’s 50 years from now and you’re in the woods with a metal detector and by some miracle the little clasp on this plastic bound kiddie journal hasn’t rotted off yet.
Most likely you’re mom and dad, in the middle of my room, surrounded by pink bunnies and blue gnomes … I always said I was too old for those.
If you’re reading this, my name’s Annie and I’m a good kid … I killed that boy because I had to.
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for putting together Friday Fictioneers every week.
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