Where are the most beautiful words in the world? She wondered sitting in a rickety-old adage. Splintered wood and rusty nails threatened to sliver her dainty cream hands but answered, “Well, in the world, Darlin’.” To this she made a slight curl of herself and looked down toward her knees. “Ah, the rude awakening,” she sighed and slipped further down into the comfort of her cracked nutshell, a dead thing offering nothing she doesn’t already have.
© 2011, Amaya Engleking