She doesn't
speak.
We both know that
you cannot
disturb
the
peace
of the
s e a.
The waves
pound,
loud and hard,
but we do not flinch,
for if it is
our time
we will
go
f r e e l y.
Other than
the sound of
the sea,
all is quiet.
All is
peaceful.
the way I like it.
The way
she likes it.
YOU ARE READING
Feathers {Story by Briar}
Short StoryF E A T H E R S Have a way of making everything seem so perfect But are never perfect themselves. Time stops. Hearts race. All is quiet. There is peace hidden within the F E A T H E R S
