The personal diary lay open, pages fluttering in the wind.
She was tempted to take but just a peek inside.
How was he, the ever so meticulous one not here?
She stood afraid, by the door, ajar and so inviting;
It was his personal space and she had no reason;
It was his safe haven and she was a pirate.
She felt pulled and intrigued by the ruffling noisy paper;
She turned and fled, blotting out the temptation to indulge;
So ‘Close to my heart’, loved and cherishing his privacy!
His little sister felt happy as she defeated sin away.
This post is for “10/10 Tuesday Prompt #1”
by Cynthia Vincent and Deepika Muralidharan.
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