Something in the wind by Moonlit-NightStars, literature
Literature
Something in the wind
It was warm, it was summer. The sun hung high in the sky, it was noon, and I was alone.
I sat in the grass and stared at the passing clouds, finding images that weren't there. The trees swayed with the cooling winds that flicked my hair about, and I wasn't alone anymore.
"Hello?"
It was a boy, but I didn't look up.
"Hello."
Another breeze swept by, the grass tickled my bare arms and legs and he sat next to me. I could feel him staring at me but he didn't speak.
"Is something wrong?"
I asked tuning. His hair was the most interesting shade of silvery blond that ruffled and shifted oddly in the wind. He was about fourteen, my age and s