A quick sketch story by Julie Prescesky

Okay, yes, that wasn’t the best move. Leena dusted off her pant legs and tried to will away the hotness in her cheeks. It’s not like anybody was looking, nobody ever did. Her finger caught in a large hole at her knee. Great.

Lena was 15 and still with the hand-eye coordination of a 3 year old. She rolled her eyes. It was her signature move – the clumsiness, yes, but more the rolling of the eyeballs.

“You okay?” A voice came from above her. Not, like, from the heavens, but from about 6 foot 2. Continue reading →