This is the nineteenth entry out of the thirty I'm attempting. It is part
of a series of thirty entries so I hope you'll read each daily post to
find out what happens in the end.
Thank you for reading!
19. Fireworks
Although
his thoughts were anything but gentlemanly now.
Hell,
but he really ought not to traverse that path. And she really could do her
part, cover herself up a little more; her face, her chestnut hair, that damned
waist.
“Yes,
I suppose they would.”
The
most thankful little smile touched her face then. How he loved it, how he wanted
to protect it, that expression, as fleeting and mesmerising as a firework.
Hold
it tight, warm, near…
His
arms came around her and for the second time in his life, he kissed her, and he
knew life. He felt it.
Oh, this is the sweetest use of fireworks!! Love it!! :)
ReplyDeleteI agree - this is a fantastic way to use the prompt! I love the final words: "He felt it."
DeleteThat's beautiful! Very creatively used prompt.
ReplyDeleteSo sweet. Poetic and beautifully written. Love this, Afsaneh!
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