I
trace
a
circle
in the
sand
with my
paw.
Reedpaw comes
c l o s e r,
drawing
another
circle
next to mine.
"What are you
making?"
She asks
timidly,
as if
she already knows
what I'm going to
say.
I just
shake
my head,
continuing
to draw
more
and more
and more
circles.
Closer
and
closer
to
sea.
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
