Hunter, looking at the field, spotted a golden head bob out to the field and clap its tiny hands. Mini targets popped up. Hunter stared, mesmerized by those golden locks. Of course, he would never admit, but he might have been I tiny bit in love with her. He watched her.
"I've got a pocket full of poetry, got a head full of songs, a heart with wings. You couldn't tie me down to anything, and that's enough for me." -Pocket Full of Poetry
5000th post 8/3/13