Queer Valentines: Powerful, Poignant, or Painful?
A Prism & Pen writers prompt
My eight-year-old heart pounded as I slunk toward the back of my classroom. I clutched a bundle of Valentines in my sweaty little hands. One by one, I slipped simple store-bought cards into heart-decorated shoeboxes Teacher had us make. Nobody would feel left out; each child would get a card from every other child.