Life is like the lovely charm bracelet I received for my 12th birthday...a strong chain, links made up of my family, my church, my faith, my friends. Attached to the links are charms significant to events or hobbies or milestones in my life. A charmed life is not always an easy life but always a memorable life. Like a charm, be significant, be strongly attached but also free to dangle, making gentle music with every step.
Penelope
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
A Tiny Short Story
She walked past the doorway.
She glanced at the man standing there.
He turned his head.
It was him.
She hadn't seen him in years, but she knew those eyes.
She stopped short.
His eyes lingered on her face
and he broke into a big smile.
She whispered his name.
He crossed the floor and stood in front of her.
He said her name and reached for her hand, their fingers interlocking in an old familiar way.
He reached his other arm around her shoulders and drew her close.
His lips brushed her cheek gently and her eyes closed.
As she drew back, his eyes locked on hers.
She reached up and touched his face.
He leaned nearer, his eyes closed and his lips touched hers.
Her heart stopped beating and the world came down to this moment.
He said, you know, I loved you then and I love you now.
She opened her eyes and he smiled.
**Challenge: Write about what happened right before this picture was taken...
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