He doesn't ask how my day was,
whether I finished all my jobs.
He doesn't need to;
I'm the fastest runner in Alaria.
I always finish.
But from the way he glances
not-so-subtly
at the golden watch on his wrist,
illuminated by the house behind him,
I know he is thinking
about what else I have been up to.
YOU ARE READING
On Sapphire Wings
FantasyA fantasy novel told in free verse. Gwen runs through the streets of Alaria but dreams of soaring through its skies. Her mother's tragic death while Iryss racing sees her ambition grounded by her overprotective father. But the biannual Iryss races...
