Friday, December 28, 2012

100 Words a day 140

The diaphanous curtain was pulled open by a soft breeze, and she entered the room. Her dress was the colors of spring, rich greens, purples, and a striking blue. I watched her float across the floor; the soft material making no sound.

When she passed me, it was as though a cool breeze was caressing my cheek. I felt refreshed as she walked deeper into the house.

Her perfume lingered, the only sign of her passing. I couldn’t place any of the scents; their names danced on the tip of my tongue before being blown away by another cool breeze.

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