Image rights belong to owner. “FREAK!” THE GIRL SPAT, letting the “k” fade as she laughed, spit spewing from her perfect mouth, hatred fuming through her heartless words.
The Flame Danced. Moving seductively as it twisted around my finger. Twirled up my arm. Lit up my torso.
It was dawn. The trees glistened with morning drew, each its own crystal of light.
The Wind Blew, sending tiny white clusters of snow blowing in the breeze.
Was it just me or were the pictures watching me?