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.