Hazel

She leaned against the banister while her hair dangled feet toward the floor; the bistre strands molded to their own desires, passing broken waves near the bottom. Her seal brown eyes graced the bookshelf, then the door, wondering what could break her boredom: one knock hit thrice, and her jittery fingers twisted it open to a hazel glow.

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2 comments so far

  1. Tumblewords on

    Excellent steam!

  2. Michelle Johnson on

    well done.


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