Myrddin Oliver
Joined May 2021
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Yellow Yarn
A tiny, chubby hand rests against the rough bark of a tree. A loose bracelet made of yellow yarn circles her wrist. Dark hair glistens in the sunlight and trees stretch tall above her, ancient branches quivering in a puff of wind, and a stoic wooden bench sits beside the trunk. Flower petals blow everywhere, clinging to trees, whispering around her, rioting from purest white to deepest pink. She catches one in her hand, quite by chance, and waves it gleefully around before stuffing it into her mouth. Her teacher is too busy with twenty-two other children to notice, but she spits it out, a frown warping her face.
By Myrddin Oliver3 years ago in Humans