This is my story for Enovie's challenge!
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"Alice, this is probably a death wish, but could I borrow that blue shirt?"
I felt my "vision-face" slip over my smiling mouth as Bella posed her question, her mouth grimacing as she said "borrow."
It was Charlie. He sat in his easy chair with the television in an unusual "off" position. I saw him reading Peter Pan.
Bella entered the room and the novel instantly disappeared. Charlie pasted a sad sort of smile on his usual cheery countenance. I saw Bella's mouth moving and I imagined her asking for permission to come to our house.
As Bella walked out the door, Charlie's expression became almost pitiful. He again pulled out Peter Pan. It was as if I was suddenly gifted with Edward's powers when I heard Charlie's voice speak while his mouth remained motionless.
Don't fly away from me Bells.