Her name was Lucinda.
She was a few minutes old.
Her father called her Luz.
Her hair was as red as flames.
Her eyes were as blue as ice.
Blake loved her.
He would spend all of his time with her.
She held his finger in her hands.
And looked at him with big eyes.
His name was Blake.
He was much older than Luz.
Luz would call him Dad.
His hair was dark.
His eyes were light.
Nobody was scared of him.
Everyone pitied him.
But he had Luz.
And he would never let her go.
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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)
