"Oh, look at this, S, it's perfect for you," Sky cried, smiling mischievously as she held up an enormous hand-carved mask next to her face. The face was elongated and grimacing, its hooded eyes narrowed into ominous slits. I shuddered covertly, reminded of the masks that hung in my grandfather's home. As a small child, [...]
Published on January 09, 2011 17:18