This Week’s picture it & write: Blind Sight Edition
Like evil paper airplanes, they circled around Aniela, fluttering in her face, dive bombing her. Never did they touch her, but that only made them more frightening. It was as if they could see er, react to her movements. The faces. The faces on the drawings saw her, saw her for what she was. A liar, a thief.
Aniela threw up a shield, but the persistent pages only became incensed and pecked harder. Who were they? What did it all mean? Her heart told her one thing and her mind told her another.
- Eliabeth Hawthorne