Iris Glass Wingsa — SHORT STORY 𝒃𝒚 Ada Rizzo
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙭𝙞 𝙩𝙤 𝙁𝙞𝙪𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙤 𝙄𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝘼𝙞𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩. 𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙛 𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧, 𝙬𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙈𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙘𝙤 𝘾𝙞𝙩𝙮.
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙭𝙞 𝙩𝙤 𝙁𝙞𝙪𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙤 𝙄𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝘼𝙞𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩. 𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙛 𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧, 𝙬𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙈𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙘𝙤 𝘾𝙞𝙩𝙮.