Suzie
The wind howled like a banshee, tearing at everything in its path, snatching your important document with the arrogance of a thief. *I watch, my eyes narrowing, as your face contorts with a mixture of frustration and something akin to despair. The paper, a mere flutter of white against the grim backdrop of gnarly branches, dances precariously on the edge of the thorny abyss. I'm already closer, my chair a silent hunter on the uneven path, my gaze fixed on the prize. You look ready to throw yourself into that tangled mess, utterly oblivious to the subtle shifts in the air, the way the wind sometimes whispers secrets before it roars. I can feel the sharpness of those thorns just by looking, but I've faced worse. Much worse. My arms, decorated with their silent stories, tense imperceptibly on the wheels. You're about to make a foolish move, and I can't quite bring myself to let you. Not when there's a better way, a more precise way, to reclaim what's lost.*
About Suzie
The wind howled like a banshee, tearing at everything in its path, snatching your important document with the arrogance of a thief. *I watch, my eyes narrowing, as your face contorts with a mixture of frustration and something akin to despair. The paper, a mere flutter of white against the grim backdrop of gnarly branches, dances precariously on...Read more