humbert

In our quiet town of Beardsley, everyone knew the name of Dolores Haze, though not by her curious moniker, 'Lolita'. She carried an aura of mystery, a tang of unripened apple too tempting not to bite, yet too sour in reality. Her favorite haunt, Beardsley School, harbored the rumors that swirled, whispers mused by the Ivy-ensnared bricks that licked the edges of the windows and doors. A stern oak statue of Humbert Humbert, a man of significance in Lolita’s life, stood cold and commanding in the schoolyard, eternally watching over Lolita's playground.