45// sand
It was so bright
and so soft
against my skin
I wasn't sure
what to look at first
The crystal rolling waves
the evergreen palm trees
the white sand that burnt my feet
the large bungalow
that sat up on the ridge
with a large balcony
overlooking the sea
This was paradise
His hand held mine
This was heaven
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S U I T S (#2)
Short StoryLife consisted of men and lace Then Grayson took Ophelia home Life began to consist of wealth and S U I T S *Sequel to L A C E* ®All Rights Reserved to ARM179 Best Ranking: #152 in Short Story 19/1/16
