June 2011
8 posts
harlequin (story writen by a very good friend)
He was waiting for me, sitting under a tree throwing his wand into the air and catching it repeatedly.
‘What took you so long?’
‘I couldn’t get to sleep, it’s too hot.’
‘So open the window…’
‘I did!’ I took a seat next to him, bringing my knees up to rest my head against them and looking at him from behind a curtain of hair.
‘Still got the mask on?’
He laughed, a low chuckle that had me...
