#bowie004

Of course, Rosemarie had not witnessed the fight but instead only had hearsay of the goings-on. With a frown on her face, rushing around the place and searching for the man, angel wings fluttering in her wake in the wind. She doesn’t like fighting, who does, but she has her fare share with rowdy older brothers. But the man on her mind? She can and can’t imagine it, his seemingly impenetrably casual exterior being cracked enough to bring rage and violence. She stops herself short of the porch at the abandoned house, wondering if he’s already long gone. “Bowie!?”