Stanvert (14)

The glass stung his face, and hands, and arms.
He crashed into the ground.
Rolling, rolling, slam!
He looked up.
She stood there, above him looking down.
Why does she shine like that, he thought.
“Get up, now.” she said.
Something in her voice was different now.

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