"You always wear your hair down," Jacob noted.
"Yeah, he doesn't like it up," I sighed.
As I went over my words, I clamped my hand over my mouth, I shouldn't have said that; Karma, you stupid bitch.
"Who is he?" Jacob asked with a confused look on his face.
He's a monster.
I didn't say that, of course, I just shrugged and walked away.
YOU ARE READING
Freefall
Short StoryThe rather alarming, sometimes insightful, perhaps humourous and often mad ramblings of a girl just trying to survive the free fall. {wonderful cover made by goatsaye}
