“It’s called progress,” she said.
“PROG-GRESS!”
She emphasized the word with a snarky tone.
And a flip of her hair.
With her arm extended she held her hand up and spread her fingers. She admired the silver and gold rings that did not adorn her.
“I didn’t mind her being here,” she spoke very softly, “in fact, I enjoyed it. You know?” A reminiscent giggle escaped. Before she had a chance to put her emotions in check. “I can’t believe the first thing I did, before even shutting all the windows, was to start a load of laundry. Do you believe that?”
2 comments:
you have the most lovely kissable lips :)
I can't leave a comment on the other post, weird. Do you know how stupid I am. I only just now figured out how ~d and tilde are the same!!! Duh!!!!!!!!
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