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.

38. Chapter 38

March 17, 2012

Just around the corner

"Umph!" I exclaim as I collide with… her.

I've knocked her over; she's now on her butt and is looking at me with tear filled eyes and impossibly red cheeks.

"Fuck! Sorry. Let me help you up," I say and extend my hand.

"Oh, God, kill me now!" she whispers.

I think she doesn´t mean for me to hear, but I do, nonetheless. She stares at my hand as if it´s something alien; and after a bit, she crawls backwards, gets up, and runs from me.