MonochromeGoggles

Blades of grass sprung back, half their usual height after a small pair of shoe-covered feet trampled them. The owner of the shoes hurried up the verdant hill fast as their scrawny legs could carry them, white-laced dress swaying.  The child’s form crested the top of the mound, her round face partially covered in tears and masked with small hands. Her black hair whipped itself into a messy comet tail behind her as she ran sobbing into her mother’s waiting arms.   “Hush dear, tell me what’s the matter before you cry yourself silly.” The kindly woman cooed, running her fingers through her daughter’s hair to