She stood there like so many balloons, dancing naked in the sunlight, floating as if her firmly planted feet barely graced the ground. Vibrant green blades shot up at this and that angle, lashing out at the exposed flesh, at her curled toes and raised heels, at that delicate spot where fabric met its end just above the ankles.
She stood with her arms splayed wide, twisted so her palms reached openly for the sky.
She stood there, her head tilted back so to expose the fullness of her bosom and neck and face to the glory of sol. Sweeping up over the cliffs, bearing with it a scent of the sea, the wind tousled her chestnu
September 21st, 2033
Lime green, the digits stared at her from across the room; seven-thirty, with the night sinking in over the bay. The mug was warm in her hands, the rich, black liquid giving off the last tendrils of steam. Just last night her sister had warned her, scolded her about drinking coffee so late. You’ll never sleep like this, she’d said. Christine smirked to herself, she wasn’t going sleep anyway. She couldn’t, not when she couldn’t wait to see him. Not when she couldn’t get him off of her mind.
Three months, one week, and five days now they had been dating. Her mother was frustrated at the
She stood there like so many balloons, dancing naked in the sunlight, floating as if her firmly planted feet barely graced the ground. Vibrant green blades shot up at this and that angle, lashing out at the exposed flesh, at her curled toes and raised heels, at that delicate spot where fabric met its end just above the ankles.
She stood with her arms splayed wide, twisted so her palms reached openly for the sky.
She stood there, her head tilted back so to expose the fullness of her bosom and neck and face to the glory of sol. Sweeping up over the cliffs, bearing with it a scent of the sea, the wind tousled her chestnu
September 21st, 2033
Lime green, the digits stared at her from across the room; seven-thirty, with the night sinking in over the bay. The mug was warm in her hands, the rich, black liquid giving off the last tendrils of steam. Just last night her sister had warned her, scolded her about drinking coffee so late. You’ll never sleep like this, she’d said. Christine smirked to herself, she wasn’t going sleep anyway. She couldn’t, not when she couldn’t wait to see him. Not when she couldn’t get him off of her mind.
Three months, one week, and five days now they had been dating. Her mother was frustrated at the