Perspective is a funny thing;
Stirling Thomas, those two words alone were enough to have anyone running in the opposite direction and cowering in fear.
The town has heard all of the rumours, they know he has just been released from prison and they...
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Wind swept through the room, disturbing the papers scattered over my bed, I lifted my eyes to look towards the window.
"Are you going to stand there and watch him all day?"
His lips curled into a warm smile as he turned to look at me. "Dunno, depends." He blew down one end of his McDonald's straw and a small ball of tissue fired out the other end, heading towards me.
"Kingsley! Quit doing that!" I detangled the ball out of my hair, his attention on me now long abandoned because it was back focusing out of the window.
"Who the hell is he talking to for this long? What are they even saying?"
I tried to ignore him, kept my eyes studying the college papers in front of me but his pondering thoughts were constantly getting spoken aloud and it was hard not to listen to them.
"That car doesn't even have a licence plate. Why would a car not have a licence plate, Rae?"
Another gust of wind had me slamming my hand down on the stack of papers, preventing them from flying everywhere.
"Because it's doing some shady shit, that's why."
The dream catcher hung down over the window, dancing with the crisp breeze, outside I could see the ivory glow circling a bright moon.
