Writing Quote of the Day
Since I haven't had one in a couple days...
He was young, younger than she'd thought when she'd first seen him. He wasn't even twenty yet, she figured. He had a half-finished face as if it hadn't yet made up its mind to be handsome--a little round yet, a bit undefined. He had dark blue eyes and close-cropped blond hair nearly hidden under a battered hat. His wrists stuck out from the cuffs of his shirt and they gave him the look of someone who was all bone and sinew with some kind of hunger that ate away at him no matter where he was or what he did or how many meals came his way in a day.