the tiles on the kitchen floor
were arranged in a pattern.
white and blue, colorless colors
characters without character.
white, blue, white, blue...
stainless steel pieces scattered in his mind
crimson pieces scattered on the floor
whitebluewhitebluewhiteblue.
YOU ARE READING
past tense.
Teen FictionLife for Autumn so far was like staring out a car window, noticing everything and everyone but nobody looking back at her. The thing was, she liked it that way. Until Thatcher wandered into her life. Thatcher, this beautiful, mysterious, book-bound...
