The child swung side to side.
Her face pale and eyes open.
I saw the rope from the swing tied around her neck.
She had her hair tied in a pretty red bow.
The dress she wore was covered in lace.
One of her shoes lay on the grass beneath her.
 I picked it up and placed it back on her dainty little foot.
Her mother would never forgive herself for letting her come play with me.
But she tried to tell her.
I wish she would have kept her mouth shut.
All I wanted was to play with her dolly.
She didn't put up much of a fight.
It was so easy to kill her and make it look like an accident.
We were just trying to do tricks on the swing.
And she got caught in it.
No one would suspect a thing.