This
is the third 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!
3. Colour
She snatched her hand away but her cheeks betrayed an accent
of pink. More mulberry, if one cared to know.
The reaction pleased him immensely.
“You shouldn’t speak so…”
“Honestly?”
“We both know better than that.”
“All I know, Alisa” -he stroked the column of her neck and a
delicate line of pink unfolded on the skin where his skin met hers-“is the
blush of your skin is the most valuable colour in my life.”
After a heavy pause, she loudly called for Reynolds. Footsteps
approached and he felt a swallow roll down her throat before the contact was
broken.
100 words
@Afsaneh_Dreams
I loved this! Beautiful in a desperate and Victorian way. So well done and lovely.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you came by to read it, Stacy!
DeleteAh, we know better, but that all too rarely prevents us from acting on it!! *crosses fingers for luck on his behalf*
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed this, especially the line "the blush of your skin is the most valuable colour in my life." Thank you so much for sharing!
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