Glisten
Alyssa Saers was spread-eagled in the leaves under the old oak tree. Her long, shaggy blonde hair mingled with the dirt. It was a windy day. The leaves blew against her face and swirled around her body. Here in the Rosebud woods she was at peace. Her tree-house accommodated a toilet, food and a bed just in case she decided to stay the night. She got up and walked through the trees. Then she saw him. The Diamond Boy. He lived a ways back in the woods. Of course no one cared about us wood dwellers. But I didn't mind him, he was like me, a silent, willowy child. Again, of course no one cared we lived here most of our lives.