was fourteen and a half, lying on the blanket on the grass under the tree, holding a half melted ice, his hair tied in bulk, the sun and the shadows on the face and had bare shoulders, the shirt and a thin smile, small but strong, like her.
He was fourteen and a half years and seemed born to live in the summer.
Compilation shortfic inspired 101 prompts.
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| Title: Prompt | : |
| Girl of Summer | [33. light] |
| Autumn Sun | [32. shadow] |
| Sandstorm on water | [74. pride] |
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