Little Ridinghood’s Profile

“I thought you wanted to catch a camel," you tried again.
"No."
"I want to."
"Well, you go then."
You laughed. "I want your beautiful face where I can see it”
― Lucy Christopher

“You moved my head so that it was lying in your lap.
"Keep your eyes open," you said. "Stay with me."
I tried. It felt like I was using every muscle in my face. But I did it. I saw you from upside down, your lips above my eyes and your eyes above my lips.
"Talk to me," you said.
My throat felt like it was closing up, as if my skin had swollen, making my throat a lump of solid flesh. I gripped your hand.
"Keep watching me, then," you said. "Keep listening.”
― Lucy Christopher, Stolen

“I craved your warmth. I hugged myself, rubbing my fingers up and down. I guess people are like insects sometimes, drawn to heat, A kind of infra-red longing.”
― Lucy Christopher

“Everyone wanted answers I wasn't ready to give.”
― Lucy Christopher, Stolen