The flyaway

Short story #2 about the wind and its pollen. Inspired by The great E.A.Poe (high five if you almost finished reading that as 'E.A.Sports it's in the game.' Because I did haha). Oh and 'Forlorn' is kind of my favourite word, I love using it.

Anyway, read, vote and/or comment!! Let me know what you think :)