They hear the threat of her click-clacking approach long before they look at her, believing that she balances on blades for their pleasure when what she really wants is to be six inches closer to the sheet of glass above her head with visions of destruction; a kaleidoscope of possibility.
stupendously beautiful. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’ve been rummaging around in my closet. ;o))) love this.
Haha 😋 Thank you so much, I’m really glad you liked it.