Submissions by MysticMinerva

Her hair falls in shining waves that are almost curls. Mostly brown, some blonde streaks left over from when she dyed her hair purple.
She sits next to me.
Too close.
We’re in those tiny plastic high school auditorium seats. Her tan, freckled shoulder presses into my smaller one. She’s warm, too warm for me right after I’ve finished dancing.
But I don’t mind.
I can only hope she doesn’t move.
I watch her chest rise and fall. I listen to her voice ring out as she corrects someone standing on the stage.
I lean imperceptibly more into her shoulder.
She...