The fog was lifting higher and higher, she hadn't known fog could be so thick till now. The day was soon turning to twilight, the forest was becoming more and more intimidating. "Eric!" her voice was shrill as she hollered for someone to help her. Mirabella found her self for the first time in a long time scared. Eric was not coming, no one was coming. She was alone!
This is a really beautiful redheaded girl. I am very partial to that color. This is how girls looked when I was a teen. This goes for the big and heavy 26-28 inch bike with the wicker basket. Love this. It it is filled with many memories for me. "The Clothes Horse"