WaP - 67. Playing the MelodyWaP - 67. Playing the Melody1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Perrin had enough of all of them. Nobody listened to her. Her father always took action too late. Willow always thought they shouldn't do anything. And Rivek. Rivek was the worst. He just agreed with anything Willow said.
She wrapped her arms around the branch above her head and hoisted herself upward. Let them find her here, she thought, as she lifted herself up by another rung. If they actually wanted to listen to her - or maybe even apologize - they would have to come looking for her.
As she brooded, nestled in the broad arms of the oak, she heard music. She should have picked a tree further away from the castle. A boy with sand-colored hair sauntered down the road below, whistling a spirited tune while accompanying himself on a beaten guitar. He would reach her hiding spot well before she had the time to climb down and find a new one. At least she coul