Annie glanced behind her, looking for Ben.

It happened often, a reflex she couldn’t control any more than she could control sneezing in the spring. She looked behind her, forgetting for the tiniest fraction of a heartbeat that he wouldn’t be zigzagging after her like a butterfly in a flower garden.

LIKE SUNSHINE BY ELAINE OLUND 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 14

Annie gasped, the warm night air sudden…

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