Blaze Like Meteors

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Blaze Like Meteors

Where had she gotten? Since yesterday’s appointment, she seemed to be guided by a capricious imp. He glanced up, almost disregarded the red Chucks except they were attached to smooth legs.

“G?” he called.

Her face appeared between maples leaves.

“Why?” he asked.

“I needed to know I still could.”

“You’ll break your neck getting down.”

She snorted and then, far slower than she had when they first met, climbed from her perch. Her eyes followed the retreating sun. “There’s so much left I want to do.”

“You’ll do it,” he said, his words more certain than his feelings.

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