By Charlotte Kim
He flashes me a carved sneer, gliding across the smooth asphalt lake in black-and-blue Heelys that match the dark whorls under his button-down. The kindergarten class freezes in the Floridian heat, kickball forgotten, as they stare transfixed at the hunter.
“Who fucking cares if it’s Father’s Day?” he snarls, savoring the rich taste of the word.
Flushed cheeks meet his shadowed emerald glare.
As the recess bell rings, a female lamb wobbles forward, unflinching eyes swirling to a watery gold. Gauzy ribbons from her lacy dress flutter as she clasps tiny, white hands around the wolf’s waist.
He flinches. It hurts.
Heartbreaking but a riveting story
Excellent vivid imagery… The message was clear … I enjoyed the read…