Her name was Lucinda.
It was her 18th birthday.
Everyone called her Luz.
Her hair was as red as flames.
Her eyes were as blue as ice.
Everyone loved her.
Everyone wanted to spend time with her.
Luz was finally free.
But she had to not only look after herself now.
She carried a child under her heart.His name was Blake.
He was older than Luz.
Luz called him Blakey.
His hair was dark.
His eyes were light.
Everyone was scared of him.
Everyone avoided him.
He only had eyes for Luz.
Because he had to protect not only her.
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Luz
Short StoryShe was 16 years old. Everyone called her Luz. English Translation of the German Original. © copyright by writingisbleeding (and also booksareblood)