"Good morning, seatmate! I made pancakes for breakfast. Come over!"
Amaris shouted through the kitchen window, facing the side of her neighbor slash seatmate's house.
A whole paper was plastered suddenly in the window of Ciara's house.
"STOP PESTERING ME!" said the latter's letter.
YOU ARE READING
The Light Who Hid
Short Storyshort wherein one has a little life while the other seemed to lost their light.
