By Anita Taylor
I turned my back on her and sighed.
She could be so stubborn, but that was one of the things I loved about her: her determination. But now her determination was bothering me more than usual.
I had to change the situation. I turned around, eyes widening.
She had taken off her clothes. Blonde hair loose, she looked like an angel dressed in a white sheet. Eyes glistened with tears.
Staring into those blues eyes, I managed a smile. She had forgiven me. For what, I could not remember. I just wanted to feel her skin. Hold her. And love her.
Vivid imagery. And interesting that she, not the narrator, changes the situation through forgiveness. Nicely done.
Muck appreciated.
Sorry….first word should read..much.
Beautiful.
Thank you.
Leaves you with a nice, warm feeling. Loved it!
Thank you so much.
Wondering what comes next? What has she forgiven him for?
It was just a lover’s tiff. Nothing more.
Thanks for reading.
Makes me want to know a little more! Keep up the good work xx
Thanks.