Elizabeth Douglas
Stories (2/0)
The Young Woman & the Sea
Roused by curiosity, she took the strangers hand and they floated to the area presumed as the dance floor. The saxophone had begun again with an upbeat tempo that led them turning and twirling into a fluid rhythm. The evening dew set a thin layer over both parties as if the onlookers had thrown a light sheet overtop of them, muddling their senses to the outside world. With a few final beats the music changed to a slow murmur and she became aware of the strangers hand pressed firmly where the deep V of her emerald dress met her back. With scarce movement of her head she lifted her gaze to the chin, mouth, nose, and rested on the eyes of the man in whose arms she rested. The muscles in her stomach tightened with the overwhelming sense of having met eyes with this man before. Perhaps in another life; she couldn't be sure.
By Elizabeth Douglas3 years ago in Humans