Brook Ripple Novels & Stories

Always. Yours truly, Lilly (Your little Ribbon)' My heart fights through the mess of feelings I try to deal with. A heavyweight tries to press over my chest and cloud my mind, but for the first time, instead of feeling the bad, I concentrate on the good. I concentrate on the last two months, on yesterday, on last night and I let everything else go. I stare at the blue ribbon laying over my palm and I know, I just know; This is just the beginning.

After the breeze, the originally calm silver light, like drops of water dripping from the lake surface, rippled. A sigh that was neither male nor female came out from the ripples, stirring people's heartstrings.