The Games We Play

a personal essay, true story

Image by junsung back from Pixabay

Trigger warning — this essay depicts some uncomfortable sexual assault/abuse situations. Please be aware of that if you find this may be too difficult to read.

There’s a place where the two fences don’t meet and it makes a sneaky outside hallway I can wriggle through. Then it’s two houses and I am at Danna’s, behind the shed. We sift the dirt.