By Michaela Brady
Below their legs, the stream rushed, drowning out the trifles exchanged between two children in love. Picking out flecks of dirt, Kiara noticed for the first time how his blonde hair fell in clumps, masking his bug eyes. She adored eyes like that.
As her face narrowed and arms turned to twigs, Ed’s company was the only thing she craved. He was as kind as the deadwood they sat upon, supportive as an eleven-year-old can be. Laying her head on his shoulder, she winced, “My mom says I can’t be alone with you anymore.”
The stream hushed for a tragic pause.
A wonderful, magical story. Loved it!
Such a cute story!
Beautiful story
This is lovely.
Hi Michaela,
you manage to convey so much with just the 101 word limit, very much implied as that being the constraint by the domain name as well, but well done, nonetheless.