Angel
Angel was quiet. As a little girl, she said words were nanoscopic to her. They were minuscule. She didn’t get the need for words to be ear-splitting. She would say one word, that could keep her reticent cover. Her sly, shy manner would go on, until she said bye. |
Mouse
Eyes Beading Fast Inspecting For Cheese Squeaking Scurrying Residence Small, Quiet, Timorous - A.J |