Monday, February 25, 2013
This evening Brian adorns himself with a cravat of wide blush lilac and midnight sky stripes. Despite the setting sun, the day's heat still lay heavy. The walk no longer seemed like a good idea, and sweat made dirty smears on his forehead. As night descended, he came upon a darkened grove at the edge of the property. A pale glow appeared through the branches; he heard the plashing of water. Hurrying his pace, he soon came to a clearing in the trees and saw her, illuminated by the glow of a small lantern, her black hair lying wetly against her neck, her shoulders bare and rising out of the dark pool.
Brought to Life by Nance at 11:00 PM