12-16-2020, 11:54 PM
Sierra smelled of a volcano about to erupt. He could practically feel the ash and smell the sulfur, but it was all the heat of a raging emotion. It churned inside his own mind, like kicking embers almost smothered to fresh life. He'd never been so furious in his life, not even with his Uncle. Yet as he watched Sierra leave, her departure did not sooth the frenzy of his blood.
It must not have been her that his anger was aimed.
Finally, he kicked at the pebbles and stomped in the opposite direction.
It must not have been her that his anger was aimed.
Finally, he kicked at the pebbles and stomped in the opposite direction.