Disclaimer: Last I checked, my name did not rhyme with Sick Tiordan. Or something like that. . .
Kisses,
{--Inky--}
Colors swirl across her closed eyelids, after images of something. She isn't sure what.
"She knows my name, mom, "he says.
A pleasant female voice responds. "How?"
"Beats me."
And yes, I'm fully aware that this is quite possibly the shortest chapter. EVER. Bear with me, man!!
. . . and woman. If you get offended by stuff like that.
