The wooden ball lay in my palm without any fault, questioning my desire with it. I smile down at the fearful little thing and slip a kiss onto its forehead. Then I look over at you, watching as speculation forms onto your face, dimples breathing heavily; they were beauteous. I find myself grinning goofily at you, my smile, irradiating in that darkened world of yours, dear.
Stumbling slightly, I saunter through the lane. I let go. Your eyes linger on my stance before they follow the ball to its doom.
I was never good at bowling, my dear.
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Mosquito Bites
Aktuelle LiteraturWhere two friends go on daily adventures, living life and conquering every little problem in their tiny worlds. A boy and a girl. Two souls intertwined in what lasts for just a few moments. Always alone but never on their own. Welcome to their bubb...
