Feathers and Clover
“What’s by the gate?” I stared up at the cute boy, the sun creating a halo around his head. He paused before answering. “Feathers.” “Feathers?” I responded, but stopped my voice just before it raised into a question. I didn’t want to know any more. I’m sitting in the same spot, but there is no cute boy standing in front of the sun now. I … Continue reading Feathers and Clover
