A Novel In Progress

Chapter Two, in Part, from the perspective of a boy on the edge of being in love.

“What are you doing?” I shouted up to the girl in the willow next to our oak.

She bent down, looking for my location. Quinn! Her golden hair swung down like Rapunzel’s. The ladder wobbled. She shielded her eyes from the sun.

She was a strange being, almost mythic. Seeing her now, it was like looking at a familiar stranger. A nymph of Spring. I couldn’t re…