26 November 2012
My feet padded across the soft ground of the lavender field. I could see Mable in front of me sniffing the air but I couldn't see much other than her bushy hair. I had always called her ginger hair a lion's mane because that's what it looked like, bushy and unruly. Beside Mable was Lillie, who was trying to catch a little blue butterfly that had taken a shining to her. I could feel William beside me, his hand in mine. His eyes on me as mine were on the girls. Mable was his sister and Lillie was mine. We were a family, a close unit, and we was running for our lives.
Running • Opuss № I