Continuation of The Vessel. Daily prompt No.3
Sarah's dancing. Her white circle skirt's flying, her blue eyes fixed on me. The love of my life spins and smiles, letting her pearly teeth show and her golden forehead crease.
Sarah's tapping her toes.
Sarah's tapping her toes. Her green flats are hitting the ground and rising again, only to fall in time with the beat. After spinning again, she let her scarlet lips lift again, a figure of happiness and beauty.
Sarah's dancing. This is why I love my Sarah. My Sarah at a party.
Sarah's tapping her toes. This is why I love my Sarah. My Sarah at a party.
Sarah's sitting. Her skirt sits, inanimate, on her lap, her blue eyes lowered. My old flame tucks her knees in and lets her golden-brown hair fall over her eyes, her red lips frowning in misery.
Sarah's crying. Her green flats are wedged under her lap and frozen, blocking out the inappropriately cheery beat. She allows a sullen, pearly tear to drop from her sea eyes.
Sarah's sitting. This isn't why I loved my Sarah. My Sarah at a party.
Sarah's crying. This isn't why I loved my Sarah. My Sarah at a party.
Yes, this is Sarah from "Settle For Peace." It's also the Sarah in a story I've not pubished yet, and ode to a heartbreaker, and any story with two girls in love. I liked this. Do you like this?