Girl of Smoke and Glass

by Ana Fluttersby

June Drabble War. Just a couple of minutes and the whole newfound purpose of my afternoons has passed and is gone. Like so much smoke. Green eyes. I wish I had the courage to look at them again. But I know that if I reach for him in anyway, he ll look right through me as if I were made of glass.

21. Chapter 21

March 5, 2012.

The Compass

"God, I´m starving!" Alice hints not so subtly.

"It´s your turn to pick up food. The tables are supposed to be here soon, and I want to be here for that."

"Okay, okay! I´ll go to the café down the street and bring us back something. I´ll bring you a mochachino and some tiramisu. It´s a shame they don´t make coffee sandwiches or salad; I know you would much prefer that," she grumbles sarcastically, stomping out.

Knowing my sister, she would, and I´m hungry. I don´t want her messing with my lunch.

"Alice, wait!"