My last image was of the green. Sublimely chartreuse. Rivulets of peridot streaming into a pool of jade. … I was back there; young again. Back before it happened. Still worrying about alligators crawling into our pastel colored house.
By Kelsey Marie4 years ago in Fiction
She had never met him before. The girl had grown up in the village. Ignored and indulged. A mere daughter while her brothers were trained. As long as she was quiet at meals and stayed out of the way, she could do what she wanted.
