365 Days Writing Prompt Challenge: Day 60

60. Handle With Care:

People always treated her as though she had a sign around her neck that said, “Handle with care.” Sometimes she felt as though she was one of those boxes at the airport that had a fragile sticker on it. SHE knew she wasn’t like that, but it seems that others didn’t.

It didn’t help that her face was angelic with a wave of blonde hair that hung in soft curls and the kind of large, clear, blue eyes that people wrote songs about. She was not only short, but petite and her voice more often than not, was barely above a whisper.

Except for when she was mad.

No one had ever seen her get mad.

Except for Jack.

Dear, sweet Jack.

It was a pity she’d had to kill him.


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