Fort-Brad

Young Love    “C’mon, Izzy!” The young girl excitedly urged. She pulled a young boy behind her, both no older than seven. The boy stumbled along behind her, trying his best to feel the ground beneath him as the two pushed deeper into the lush forest.    “Would you ease up, Ayumi?” He pleaded. “I can’t see where I’m going. You’re gonna have to guide me properly!”    The girl continued to pull him by the arm, her tugging more gentle but still maintaining her enthusiasm. The girl was smooth like silk, elegant as a flowing fountain, but as spontaneous as a summer gale. He skin, tin