The trees turn bright colors of orange, red, and yellow. Their leaves sometimes swirl around Brandy as she makes her way down the quiet town after the tavern closes for the night. Upon arriving at her front door, the wind catches her necklace. Brandy clasps her hand around it. Brandy, what fine young lady you are. What a good wife you'll be. You'd steal me away from the ocean if I'd let you. She hears Sterling's voice remind her. Brandy smiles. "One day, Sterling. One day. I promise!"
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A Fine Girl
General Fiction(Inspired by the song: Brandy by Looking Glass) A barmaid is comfortable with her lifestyle, but a sailor from the north of Spain challenges that.
