Post by nightwhisper on Oct 6, 2014 5:59:53 GMT
Kyla sat on a wooden table out in the orchard. The sleeves of her rusty red dress were rolled up. She had pinned the long skirt up so that it only dropped to her knees, and her brown boots were on the ground next to her. She looked up at the sky, making the clouds into shapes. She was clearly bored.
