Sprinkles

Upon the children's heads were sprinkles of truth.

As they walk down to the school yard intertwining hands, playing the games of truth and dare.

Other hands would soon take refuge in the creases of another. The dust on their heads would have sunk in by then. 

Without notice or time. 

The game of cards became their future. 

The bottle turned to drunken drinks that lulled them to sleep.

Their heads now burdened with dust that was gathered along the way...until the dying darkness set in. 

The dust that made them, had now dissolved inevitably into the hallow air, fixed for another slated head.