Backwards+Story



And so she sat there, with her long blonde hair, big blue eyes puffy from tears and doll-like pink lips; all of which made those angry red botches populating her porcelain skin look like so foreign and wrong. My ears rang as those intruding sirens took us back to the petting zoo. My mom’s face was filled with worry as she tugged on my little hand; we frantically dismounted the back of the ambulance and hurried back towards the animals with my sisters tantrum in full swing. Her moist cheeks dried as her blotches ran away. The black and yellow enemy retreated it’s sword as she reached out for her dewy Sprite. The little felon became only a threat as he buzzed away into the hot afternoon.