TigerLylly

The night was cold but the small fire in front of me was warm and peaceful. My legs ached and twitched as I stretched them out on the cool dirt. My heart still thundered in my chest and my breathing had yet to slow down from our escape. The boy was currently curled up into a ball, sleeping by the fire. He was young, maybe around eight or nine, and painfully small. The bones of his shoulders and spine showed clearly under his skin and I could almost traces the bones of his legs. Dark smudges encircled his eyes, making him look like a raccoon, caused by many sleepless nights. The skin of his face was pale and pulled across the arches of his br

"Dancing Eyes" Through the forest separating the towns of Lynn and Gail, a caravan of three large wagons and an assortment of horses journeyed. Women wearing skirts made of layered, brightly colored cloth, twirled and laughed as they traveled alongside the wagons. Each one danced on light feet, banging tambourines and stomping their heels to the sound of clanging metal pots that hung off the sides of the carts. The men driving the rumbling wagons laughed and joked, calling out to each other with booming voices and whistling at the women. Emerald green leaves rattled against each other and the sun pierced the canopy of pines and oaks, allowin