Friday, April 6, 2012
Drabble Day 14
It was too cold for anyone with any sense to be outside snapping pictures, but there we were. I watched as she laid down, her skirt pulling up just the tiniest bit and revealing her delicate skin.
My lips tingled to touch hers. To declare my love for her among the field of dying flowers. It somehow fit; forbidden love, death, cold. Her. Me.
I aimed my camera down and she aimed up, both of us snapping cheeky pictures of each other.
I kept mine in my dresser drawer for years, pulling it out to imagine what might have been.