She tends to draw my attention, no matter what she does. Normally it's a head stuck in a book though. Whether she is reading or writing her face contorts with pleasure or disgust at what is going on in her head. It's a fascinating thing to watch, how a few words captivate a person and twist their emotions to the authors will. Right now she is simply looking out the window, watching what I presume to be the clouds. Her long red hair cascades down and over her shoulders the rest on her arms. Her posture is slack and relaxed, it's not often she looks like this.
YOU ARE READING
Them
Short StoryHis brush strokes across the page leaving little pieces of himself in black on the page. Surrounded by white nothingness waiting for more of his soul. Her eyes catch the light and the once brown orbs turn into many of colors I didn't know exiseted...
