Melancholy (first post, quick write, all critique welcomed)

Melancholy

The grass was wet and soft between my toes. They left shiny streaks against my foot as I bolted across the backyard. Once when I was five, one of my goldfish died, so I buried it under the rows of pine trees we had against our fence. I kept it in a Flintstones chewable vitamin box; the kind that you eat when you’re a little kid that you wish didn’t taste s

Melancholy (first post, quick write, all critique welcomed)