“Who are you?”
Miranda did not have to see his face to know he was smiling. He brought his hands to his hood and started
to reveal his face…
She came back to reality, still having a hard time catching
her breath wishing she could remember his face.
She looked at her wrist, the scar seemed to burn brighter than the day
it happened. She realized she was still in
the woods and it would be dark soon. She
grabbed her book and hurried to her feet, only a few steps from the willow she
stopped…she was not alone.
(99 Words)
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