A Sadness Runs Through Him-The Hoosiers.
66 words.
Every day I passed the window that framed the beautiful lady. She sat in the same place, gentle hands pulling delicate thread through soft clothing. A seamstress. A princess.
She never looked down through her white window, only up, like she wished to join the birds in the clear blue sky.
Her green eyes kept locked on the sky.
I would take her there one day.