by L.H. Cosway
He looks up above his head for a minute, probably wondering again what the hell I’m staring at. If only he could see the fireworks display, I muse. I look away, people must really think I’m special needs the way I stare at things that aren’t there. I hitch my bag up on my shoulder and almost walk right into Caroline. She links her arm through mine and shows me the way to my next class. Her yellow aura soothing me more than any silly pills ever could.
About the Author
L.H Cosway is a writer, editor and proofreader. She has a BA in English Literature and Ancient Classics and an MA in Postcolonial Literature. She lives in Dublin city. Music gives her the inspiration to write. If you enjoyed her book she would love for you to recommend it to others. You can also follow her at twitter.com/lhcosway.
