Across the room she stood,
Gnawed fingernails, weary eyes and a gentle aura of indecision.
She slowly approached, like a hesitant gazelle, adapting to a new environment.
I sat, cautious as I took in her silent beauty.
Engulfed, in my large black crew neck, bare legs, and neon green painted toenails
Her raven black mop of curls sat atop her head
as her teeth teased and nibbled at her lips.
"We good?" I asked softly.
"No." She replied with a smile.
Even though both of us wanted to cover the distance between the two mismatched sofas, we didn't, we stayed put. Silent and breathing.
YOU ARE READING
Smoke Rings
Teen FictionAs Marc struggles with his unstable mother and wild sister, he yearns to be rid of all responsibility. How will he be able to cope when mysterious, reckless Maxine disturbs his newly found routine?
