Beyond The Hallow Grave: Editingle Indie House Anthology (Ed
The color of her hair was like his grandmother’s favorite toffee and so silky smooth it glistened in the sunlight.
Reaching through the fence, Daisy snagged two dandelions roots and all, then oddly, she ate them. She groaned in pleasure as she devoured the leaves, slowly chewing the yellow blossoms last. He reached out and picked one, putting it in his mouth. It was tartly green in flavor but also had a slight sweetness he had never tasted. He lifted his head a little higher as he chewed another. Watching her trying to reach more, a cloud passed overhead. Glancing up at the sky then back, his eyes met the protective glare of one who could only be her mother.
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