Twenty Years Old - Liza Bogolepov

Victor Wind 14

He was now fourteen but looked two or three years older – not because of his lanky height, close on six feet, but because of a casual case in demeanour, an expression of amiable aloofness about his plain but clean-cut features, and a complete lack of clumsiness or constraint which, far from precluding modesty and reserve, lent a sunny something to his shyness and a detached blandness to his quiet ways. Under his left eye a brown mole almost the size of a cent punctuated the pallor of his cheek. I do not think he loved anybody.