The young woman had short chestnut hair, sharp features, and forest green eyes. I noticed right away that while she wore a gold earring in her left ear, her right earlobe was completely missing - ragged and red, like a recent injury. Before I could dwell on it, she flashed me a smile that knocked the reasoning right out of my head.
Blinking, I tried to think of something to say. "Morifeath," I managed finally, giving her my name and extending a hand in greeting.
She ignored my gesture and reach...
Published on November 22, 2009 07:16