< IMPORTANT: Read ‘Waiting’ first! >
There was something peculiar about that handsome young rake, she thought.
Was it his hair, his clothes, the way he moved? And such an intense amber stare.
She shook her head and banished such trifles – he WAS extremely charming!
In spite of herself, she bit her lip, smiled a secret fantasy.
Abruptly, an owl hooted. The girl shivered, pulling the red lambs wool tighter.
Soon, it would be dusk and already the shadows were lengthening.
The cosy dwelling beckoned.
There. She almost missed it; a flash of bonnet strings between the shutters.
Her heart swelled. Grandma was waiting.
It was mime.
< I couldn’t help it, SJ, somehow, this seemed to write itself in a lunch hour. ;P;P
And, miraculously, 100 dead on! >
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