Cindy And Libby Novels & Stories

Candy raises a brow and hesitates but pushes on towards me, seemingly undeterred. “Hi, I’m Candy, nice to meet you Liberty” she holds out her hand. Her smile is radiant but doesn’t reach her eyes. Ignorant, 17 year old Liberty didn’t see that Candy was fake. Seasoned and wiser Liberty sees right through Candy’s act. It pains me to realise how naive I previously was.

He left them together. Nebiri stood up and looked at Cindy. “You are not what I thought my brother would bring home to show his sister. You are not only white but are clear.” She finally cracked a smile, but it was not one of pleasure. Cindy looked at her and began to read Nebiri like a book. She put her hands into the pockets of her dress and clinched her fists and remembered to breath. She knew this behavior from her mother and from years of having to listen to the rantings of Lucy Upshaw.