ears and kisses

Asla found herself on the warm sands of the beach once more. She liked the feel of the toasty granules of rock between her toes. It was a good place to rest and think and, since they had free reign here, she was here often. There was a lot to think about. She was older. Hormones were kicking in. She found that she wanted kisses. Real kisses. Not the kind that she gave her dads cheek. She wanted something more too, but she didn't know what that something was.

Today as she curled up in the warm sand between two arching palms, a small form ran past. Asla instantly noticed the ears and her attention was caught. Rising from her place, she moved to where the girl was looking into the water. Canting her head slightly, she asked, "What are you doing?" Maybe this girl would let her touch those soft ears that looked so much like Mojitos.