[Calliope]: 216.Contests.Five Words.August 2011

A charged gust of wind chased her down from behind, whipping a stray ringlet of hair across her face. The leaflet she was holding swiftly grew wings and made it's escape. Without it, how was she ever going to learn how to properly furbish to company standards! Her boss definitely wasn't known as an amiable man and she was terrified he would cash her in as collateral with some of his seedy friends. That was not something she looked forward to!