

All Was Golden In The Sky He swore she was an angel. Of course, even after they both grew old, he still swore to it. She was beautiful, just sitting there on the low brick wall, her hand idly drifting in the river below her. Her blonde hair shone even in the pale light of the morning sun, her lavender dress show off her curves in all the right ways. Why, if he had enough money for a camera he looked around, running a slender hand through his long black hair. He spotted an old man sleeping next to an easel and a few charcoal pencils and paints, and grinned.All Was Golden In The Sky

--
365Tomorrows - A new piece of short SciFi fiction each day
^lovetodeviate : Resources for Writers
dA is for the literary arts, too.
--
mud makes sometimes a pretence of depth...
Previous Page12345...Next Page