I spent much of my teenage years sat on a square of grass between two blocks of flats.
We spent a long time together, occasionally doing something- if there was a ball we’d throw it about, sometimes we listened to music, mostly we chatted at length.
We all thought we’d graduate away to college, then jobs and escape this town. But we did too little too long and, “Those who mill end up there,” they now say.
This’d all be a complaint but it’s meant we get to do what we’ve always loved; now in bars or backyards with beer.
We spent a long time together, occasionally doing something- if there was a ball we’d throw it about, sometimes we listened to music, mostly we chatted at length.
We all thought we’d graduate away to college, then jobs and escape this town. But we did too little too long and, “Those who mill end up there,” they now say.
This’d all be a complaint but it’s meant we get to do what we’ve always loved; now in bars or backyards with beer.
Written for 100 Word Challenge #371 on Velvet Verbosity
Well, they haven't come far, but, then again, if they are where they really want to be, then they are doing better than most people. Interesting take on the word. It's probably the most unusual response to the prompt that we'll see this week.
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