The Pebble Drive

The Living Poetry Monday Word Prompt - Pebble
The school bus set her down
in lethargic sun
she ran the long pebble drive
excited like the popping corns
a delicious cool lemonade
made by grandma's loving hand
was her reward

In the deep of the night
whatever beautiful dream she was in
would be woken up by
the sound of her father's car
rolling in the long driveway
like broken eggshells crashing
into shattered glass

she hid underneath the bed
clutching her teddy bear
but that night
there were lights
and many sets of footsteps
she saw her drunken father's rage
no more