Spell Bound

by F.T. Lukens

Summer was such a waste of time and effort. Spring was okay. Autumn was the best. Winter wasn’t bad.

My thoughts exactly

the city had… people. Which made everything infinitely worse. Too many people all packed in one place.

“A pleasure as always, Fable,” Antonia said, calling over her shoulder, “but I think we should take a short break from seeing each other. You know, absence makes the heart grow fonder. It’s not me; it’s you. Parting will only make our reunion sweeter.”

And if you want to wear more color, wear it. If you don’t, don’t. Don’t worry about being palatable for other people. Be yourself, Sun, and if that’s not enough or too much for someone else, that’s their problem, not yours.”

They weren’t going to catch me. I was the motherfucking Gingerbread Man.

“What can I say? I have a thing for introverts with brusque attitudes.”