From A High Window

The child never leaves his tower. Blonde hair and glowing green eyes are all anyone ever sees, through high windows at night when light pours from inside. They whisper his name, but to speak it and be heard is death. They are all afraid of him, this child who will one day be a king.


Owen Wiseman.

  • http://www.austinbriggs.com Austin Briggs

    What a beautiful story! A nice fantasy mood, with a twist in the ending. I really like it.