It happened like this. I was stolen from an airport. Taken from everything I knew, everything I was used to. Taken to sand and heat, dirt and danger. And he expected me to love him. This is my story. A letter from nowhere.
Lucy ChristopherYou nodded towards the cup. "Want more?" I shook my head. "What about the car?" "Didn't find it. You were heading back towards me when I found you." "Towards . . . ?" You nodded. "So I reckoned the car had probably got stuck or died somehow, and you were just coming home." "Home?" "Yeah." Your mouth twitched. "Back to me.
Lucy ChristopherHad you been lying all along? Mum gently stroked my hair. I whispered into her shoulder. โI canโt go back. Not yet. I canโt leave.โ And she held my head tight to her chest and wrapped her arms around me. โYou donโt have to,โ she said, rocking me. โYou donโt have to do anything you donโt want to do, not anymore.โ And I cried.
Lucy ChristopherThere is no need to put your heart in a bottle, then you will die. - Ty from Stolen
Lucy ChristopherThen your fingers moved down to my chin. You pushed it up with your thumb to look at me, almost like you were studying me in the artificial lights above my head. And, I mean, you really looked at me โฆ with eyes like two stars. [...] And I had wings fluttering away inside me all right. Big fat moth wings. You trapped me easily, drew me toward you like I was already in the net.
Lucy Christopher