Bared and Dusted

February 12, 2014

She screwed her eyes shut, let her head fall back, and hoisted herself through the tower’s trapdoor. Her hands raw from the climbing, from resisting a slip, from gripping the glass to access the mist- Her feet bared and dusted from the attic’s boards, and looking back over the park, she called down to the queens of oath. They didn’t […]