Sunday 26 January 2014

A Brief Encounter


He loved her scent in the air. 
Faintly he brushed her cheek and made her shiver. 
He toyed with her hair, gently at first then lifting it from her shoulders. Her hand reached up and pulled it back into place with irritation. She turned so her back was towards him and lifted her hood over her head to shut him out. 
He had lost another love. He had been too familiar, too insistent.
He was the wind and knew that another brief affair would breeze through him again soon.

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