Pharaoh

Feb 11, 2012 16:54

The boy stood at the edge of the playground, his thumb worrying the corner of his mouth, the fingers of his other hand squeezed into the diamond-shaped hole of the chain link fence, his red hair tousled by the wind. Like that he stood for some time and then quite suddenly and for no discernible reason turned and ran, kicking up dirt clouds, like ( Read more... )

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inkysaurus February 12 2012, 23:54:38 UTC
Wonderful as always

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