DAY 6: READING
He edged alongside the house, the weathered grey clapboard scraping his hands.
She stood in the window, reading in the half-light. He focused on the
sill’s peeling paint; he could paint that for her.Cheeks stained red, he watched her read, couldn’t look away.
He absorbed all the tiny details: the fall of a red-gold curl, the curve of her cheek, her eyelashes’ flutter as she turned the page.
She smiled to herself as she read a good line, brow furrowed.
Well, that just cinched it; he had to ask her to marry him, any girl who loved to read.
Word Count: 100
Aww, how simplistic but so very lovely. I expected no less!
ReplyDeleteReally sweet! I love how you used the photo to create the story :)
ReplyDeleteLovely, as always and as I expect from dear Anna. Simply, joyfully, lovely :)))
ReplyDeleteA perfect meld of picture and words, indeed. Fiendishly complex tale in its simplicity. Nicely done.
ReplyDeletelooooooooooooooove. Please tell me you have a longer WIP in progress that I can read sometime. Yes??? Because it's not like you're busy or, I dunno, getting married or anything. You could write a few books in all that spare time. :)
ReplyDeleteThis is a great piece, reading with a poetic tilt. Loved it.
ReplyDelete"Well, that just cinched it; he had to ask her to marry him, any girl who loved to read."
ReplyDeleteAnd he did! :)