Originally titled "Mr. Pan"
"They call me Peter Pan," he smirked.
"Why, because you never age?" She smiled back, teasingly.
He leaned forward, close to her ear.
"Because I can fly," he whispered.
Chills flew down her spine as his hot breath hit her neck. He pulled back, a wide grin printed on face. Quickly putting his cigarette between his teeth, he spread his arms wide and continued walking backward. His wide smirk never left as he stopped walking and tilted his head back, arms still out to his side. He shut his eyes and let out a very boyish laugh. The laugh of Mr. Pan.
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Story Prompts
AléatoireStory prompts to use at your leisure ~ I suggest not directly using the prompt, but gaining inspiration from it. That way you don't end up with a similar story to someone else who used the same prompt! All I ask is that you tell me if you use the p...