![]() They reminded me of Babria, Lady Buckhardt and Urho Rattling Tent, War Chief of the Tribe That Walks Apart. ![]() ![]() They reminded me of the day Kaden and I had been taken captive by a gang of supernaturally powered psychos. They gripped tight to the asphalt even with the rain, and a lot of the aches in my knees and ankles had gone away once I started wearing them, but none of that changed the fact that I hated the shoes. The shoes, though-well, the shoes were from Kaden. The shirt was courtesy of Sara, who had been buying me clothes-nice clothes, expensive clothes-ever since she started fostering me. We made it half a mile from Sara’s house before the rain came down, needling my face and my arms, soaking my shirt and then stinging through the luxe athletic blend hard enough to raise welts. The sky tumbled away in every direction, big enough to swallow me up, and the pebbled bellies of the clouds turned everything gray. Spring came late, hard, and cold, and only the stupid went out in it. I WENT RUNNING, AND I made my boyfriend run with me. ![]() ![]() Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. ![]()
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