▁▂▃▄▅▆▇ THE LIST ▇▆▅▄▃▂▁ Check below for todays finds of ►FREEBIES◄ // ►SALES◄//►NEW RELEASES◄ - if you see anything interesting, give this status a like or leave us a comment so we know how were doing. ⒷⓄⓄⓀ ⓈⓅⓄⓉⓁⒾⒼⒽⓉ The blurred shore comes into focus, and I study each detail. A single trail leads from the dock up the wooded hillside. Lush vegetation, rather than houses or buildings, covers the land, which is exactly how I want it. Isolation sounds lovely. Then I spot a guy resting upon the dock. His bronzed skin stands out from the pale winter flesh I just left behind. Looking at the muscles swelling beneath that golden skin, I try to guess his age. He appears more mature than the boys in my dorm do, but there’s something youthful about him, too. Maybe it’s the way he sits along the edge of the dock, a smile on his face and his feet in the water. I lift my gaze past his jeans, past his bare chest, to his face. His smile widens and he waves again, using his hand this time. I slide to the bottom of the boat then slump against the side so it hides my entire body. I cannot believe he caught me staring—no, ogling, him. What’s even harder to believe is that I was looking, and I actually enjoyed what I saw. The guilt serves as a cool pail of water dumped over my flaming cheeks. It damps the fires of embarrassment. More waves threaten to come unless I find my notebook. Frantically, I search my backpack for it. My trusty pen is woven in the metal looping. I place it against the fresh page and sigh as the words pour out: I never imagined I would be here, halfway across the world, without you. It doesn’t feel fair I have the freedom to explore, while you are… Why couldn’t we travel through Australia hand-in-hand? Of course, if we could be together, I wouldn’t be here to begin with. Funny thing I’m learning, though. No matter how far you run, you can’t outdistance your problems. I miss you, Robbie. Abby I carefully tear out my letter before folding it and placing it into a small purple envelope. As the envelope joins the others, my heart slows, my muscles calm, and my mind relaxes. Finally in control, I slip on my backpack and stand up, only to find myself staring in the eyes of Mr. Bronze. ~Wander and Roam by Anna Kyss
Posted on: Fri, 26 Sep 2014 01:00:00 +0000
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