WHAT ARE LITTLE GIRLS MADE OF?
She saw him through the window as he approached the café. The arrogant strut, the charming smile, the nonchalant wave. She stopped toying with the sugar shaker and placed it back in the rack and clasped her hands together to mask her nervous tension. How had she not seen it in the first place? How…
The tree had become a massive shrine of wishes, colourful material decorated every branch, weighing them down and causing them to bow towards the ground. It had been a place of offered prayers and wishes before, but since the boys had become trapped in the cave, the wishing tree had become a focal point for…