one hundred words.

Posted on 17 November 2015 by what sandra thinks

God, I am such a sentimental sap! 

lake.

Her shoulders rose and fell with her sigh. She knew he was there. She could feel his heart pounding the whole time.

Holding his breath, he stared as she slowly turned around. His hand covered her cheek and he watched her lips silently trace the shape of his name. His fingers sank into her hair and pulled her closer. He had to have her mouth.

She tried to fight his kiss, but the taste of him filled her with years of memories. And love. She grabbed his face in her hands. It would not be their last kiss.

 ~Writing 101: day 13

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About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, sometimes blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Italy, but she would settle for a non-oceanfront home in Italy. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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6 Responses to one hundred words.

  1. *'s avatar bookishbyte says:
    18 November 2015 at 1:44 am

    Lovely ! So much said in just 100 words. You are an amazing writer 🙂

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  2. Libby Cole Author's avatar Libby Cole Author says:
    18 November 2015 at 2:48 am

    This is so lovely, short and sweet!

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  3. BamikeadeyemiOBA's avatar kingsoracle says:
    18 November 2015 at 4:34 am

    How romantic. beautifully written.

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  4. Meg's avatar Dr Meg Sorick says:
    18 November 2015 at 7:27 am

    It’s beautiful and “tactile ” for lack of s better term. I love the way you describe their touching!

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