She wasn't being sneaky in the least.
It was he who was being deceptive and cruel.
So on this crisp November night she kept a promise to herself as she walked away for good under the illuminating guidance of the full moon.
Her conscience was as clear as her big, green eyes.
She never once looked back.
brown paper bag, micron pen, prismacolor pencils
for Illustration Friday
My 600th post!!!!!!