We stared at her…she was an Amazon; regally tall and as far above us as the moon over mud. But I was committed to my plan.
“No!” she screamed and was on the verge of giving up. Then she remembered something a wise man, the leader of her group, had told her… it was such an important lesson…
As it shot higher than she was tall it was as if the tree stooped a bit to lift her from the ground and hold her as they grew and looked out over their world.
“It takes three dates before you get to do that.” he lied.
The hand came from the page…
“Life was as delicate as the paper held in her hand.” Lessons learned… from what was found in the old trunk.
Strange things had been going on since Timmy came home from the hospital after his accident.
“Twas vanity that created the first werewolf…”
Pushing his ship futilely, unable to make way, the captain knew he couldn’t clear the rocks to get to that small piece of calm (little did his passengers know of the worn out engines).
Long ago she’d been human. Different but human still…