I wasn’t supposed to be here. I wasn’t supposed to see her. Yet, she didn’t run. She didn’t vanish. But she watched me with sorrowful green eyes, like she was a prisoner. Her look was pleading, like she wanted me to help her.
But I didn’t know how.
I looked in the points of her ears. I looked in the curved, ebony horns protruding from her long waves of golden hair. I looked in the freckles across her nose. I looked in the dream catcher dangling from one ear.
I looked until I lost myself in the lime pendant hanging about her neck.
Inspired by artist Chi’s ‘Owl‘ from Deviantart.
Melanie Noell Bernard 
Oo, this is a good one, Mel. I really felt this one.
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Aw! Thank you, Eve! Your comments remind me why I write. ^.^
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