*5-6*
"Rowan! Rowan sweetheart come here!" The lady called to the little girl who was waiting for me to come to her. She slowly walks down the hallway, a somber, thoughtful expression. Once she reached the bottom her mother lead her to the living room. "Sweetie, you never got to tell me about that mark on your leg." Oh, hmp. She's talking about my masterpiece. The little girl closed up a lot with that subject in the air. She glanced at me and back at her mom. She said nothing. "What happened to it, Rowan? it used to be a lot smaller." Her mother asks again. The small girl shakes her head. "Why won't you tell me?" She never lets anything go. "You think I'm crazy." The little girl whispers. "No honey, I don't think you're crazy. I'll try to understand. Whatever it may be." I can't tell if she's lying or not. "I-it was A... He says it was a while ago. I-it g-grows." She whispers to her mom. Her mom's face fell, she was obviously having an inward battle about what her daughter had said. She means that it spiders down her leg. Every so often it grows slightly. It's like tree branches, or well that's how she described it to me. She says she likes it. I'm not sure if she'll always like it. The older she gets the more elaborate it'll slowly become.
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Remember, He's Not There
RomanceRowan has been attached to a being, a tad less than angelic. Actually the only way she ever described him when she was young was a monster. He'd been the monster under the bed, the "bumps in the night", the shadow lurking in the closest, the feeling...
