Matt Gibson (gothick_matt) wrote,
Matt Gibson
gothick_matt
  • Mood: creative

Single Syllable Exercise

She wore a red dress. The hem fell just to the knee, with a fine pair of calves to the floor. Two red shoes held her feet high on the tips of her toes. Her lips, like the shoes, were gloss red, and blonde hair framed a sharp face, sharp and clear and calm.
Her eyes were blue. She stood tall, six feet I'd say, with her heels and her poise. Her hand lay light on the rail as she looked out on the town. I felt the need to join her, to touch her far-flung mind, to be with her. But I was too scared.
I left her there, dress blown in the wind at the edge of the flat roof.
It was the last time I saw her.
It was the last time she was seen.
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