ABBA and Mr. Bear

from The Writer’s Playground

The Writer's Playground

(Note: I wrote this many years ago for the now closed website This is true. It was my life.)

One child hid inside the darkness
One child never said a thing
One child closed his eyes and disappeared
But at night I still can hear him whispering, whispering, whisper…

~Dream Theater, Dead Winter Dead~

Part 1: Mr. Bear and ABBA

Tick tock, tick tock, the long arm of the clock dragged from one number to the next. How I needed the day to end, to escape the classroom, the snickers, and the laughter. Please let that bell ring soon. She was talking to the entire classroom, our 3rd-grade teacher, Mrs. Olgren. The echoing click from the wall drowned out her voice as I counted down the minutes before I could get home.

Melanie, would you please sit still for a few more minutes?” Mrs. Olgren sighed in my…

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