Anne cut a strange figure on the beach, in a wide and billowing dress of such a pale pink that it might well have been white, accented with pale gold. Slowly, she unpinned her hair until it caught in the wind and streamed out before her towards the ocean. She'd thought about cutting it all off, in the last few days. Apparently there were many who could make it look lovely. Her fingers strayed towards the B on her throat. She found it so strange to have no scar there, as if she'd never felt the blade... read more
