By Emmeline Roche
The woman walks alone, wind lifting her limp hair, twining and twisting it into wild, unnatural patterns.
She had curls, once, but they disappeared long ago, and now lay flat and feeble. She is brunette now, her blond gone with the setting sun. Her skin is pale and won’t freckle like it used to, her body frail and thin. Stick-legged.[Read more…] about The Girl on the Dark Path