Spanish summertime:
sanguine songs, saccharine smiles
sauve señors, sophisticated señoritas
seaside siestas, scenic sights
sensual Saturdays, sanctified Sundays
splendid scents:
sangria, sardines, salami (secallona), saffron, spice.
Spanish sol-- so, so,
sublime.
About the Creator
brooke
writer, of sorts.
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Excellent storytelling
Original narrative & well developed characters
Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
Final Call
She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
By Caroline Craven2 days ago in Fiction
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