(Start what?)
Bella.
A slow smile begins to spread across my face. I leap up onto the trash can with him, and say, "Follow me, I know a place." With that, I leap up on the half-walls of the old alley. I pad along it, turning corners, changing directions. Soon, we will get there, I can tell. I glance back. "We'll need to go out of town, but don't worry, not far. Anyways, I think you'll like it." Bella sure did. She had long ago claimed that house as 'hers' or at least, her place to be able to stay. Of course, she let others in, as she couldn't claim it her territory. And anyways, best to share.
Tux looked at Aliza expectantly. "So would you like to come? It'll only be down the river, a nice stroll, really!"
He offers up a lazy smile.
Surfer ChicaOut of the water, I am nothing.
Surfing is for life.
It's like the mafia, once you're in,
you're in.
It's all about where your mind's at.
When I surf, I tend to think the
world ain't such a bad place after all.