There once was a boy whose manner was quiet and whose words were few. His pale little moon face, which frowned at him from the mirror when he brushed his teeth and tidied his mousy hair, froze in a mask of terror whenever anyone spoke to him, drawing surprise and distaste from the adults, and much crueller reactions from his fellow children.
Another Guest Writer this week. circles under streetlights brings brilliant to a whole 'nuther level for me. I hope you enjoy the read...
