I listen to his words
I'm starting to be convinced
I look at the grand ring
It appears to sing- warning, warning
And yet as I am listening
Staring into his eyes
I am spellbound
And then to break the spell
His friend saunders over
Laughing about his last nights fling
I freeze
All those words that had moved me
lies, lies
All of them had been lies
About the Creator
Antoinette L Brey
I am an elder in a time of freedom. I am now retired. All i want to do is have fun. Without a daily routine, my imagination is one of my only salvations. I am not planning on writing a book, it is just for my own pleasure
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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 Craven6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (5)
Oh how smooth words can be and yet so untruthful, good job
Oooo, those smooth talkers, sigh. This was wonderfully written :)
Exquisitely written!!!! Run, run!!! Love ir!!!💕❤️❤️
Fantastic!!!
Ouch! Very well written!