Tightrope Walking by Beck Collett

It’s easier to tell someone a bad secret when they aren’t looking at you. Also, when they aren’t listening. Then you can tell them because the bad secret won’t hurt them like it hurts you. I have a bully, I say, trying to do a handstand up against the wall. Gran’s back is to me. She’s watching the news, so I know she isn’t listening. I tell her the name of my bully, and feel light and happy, like the sad thoughts in my belly have disappeared. I don’t say anything else, just practice tightrope-walking along the splodgy brown carpet.

Published in Issue #24

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