Your Rapunzel I Have Heard

They sat on the beach, the girl with the crinkly hair and the girl with the secrets. The air, the light, the season were chocolate cherry liqueurs, heat bursting but outside, the chill. The girls had their hands in their pockets and the girl with the secrets felt her heart, when it beat, press inside her shirt, press and release, as if her heart were another pocket, only a better one, and it might open to her but it could … Continue reading Your Rapunzel I Have Heard