Out of Harmony

Like going to hell and back, a button pushed on repeat, Sydney Price was floating along with a song stuck in her head.

There's this boy who is the next Oscar Wilde, a Shakespeare with less tradegy and internal rhyme. Corbin had a smile that caught her up and held her hostage, and she knew the way to keep him interested.

Too bad they both have to grow up because things were so much simpler in the times when the monster under your bed was the only problem blocking you from being free.

Image
© 2010.