28 April 2012
Finding it hard to suppress a smile, Katie reverted her attention to the paper crane in her lap. She unfolded the tiny work of art gingerly, carefully smoothing the piece of paper out. Slowly, her eyes traced the single sentence scribbled on the slightly wrinkled paper. She caught her breath. She read the message again, a mingling sense of surprise and anxiety starting to well up inside her. Her hand went up to her hair instinctively as she tried to puzzle the whole thing out. She picked up her pen to write something back, paused midway with the point of her pen dangling precariously above the paper, and decided against it. She was very much aware of the pair of blue eyes still fixed intently on her back, and she felt her fingers twitch almost uncontrollably as she attempted to refold the paper into a simple boat.
Snippet Of A Story • Opuss № I