Her pink painted toes peeped out under the white linen hem. She stared down the boardwalk at the shapes under the canopy and saw him leaning against the library table in relaxed concentration.
The wind whipped the waves and the flowers in her hair as her feet padded down the sun-warmed planks, much like that afternoon on the Gulf Shore when their hearts merged inseparably.
She welcomed the cool shade on her burning cheeks and reached out her hand. He pulled her close and they turned to each other, eyes locked on a promise as lasting as the horizon.
Neville Hunt over 8 years ago
Love the toes peeping, the wind whipping and the feet padding. It's as though I'm there.
Melanie over 8 years ago
Thanks Neville. I'm glad you felt like you were there.
Thank you Drew. I'm glad you liked the last line. It took some tweaking.