to the weak and the weary
Dressed up as he should, late 20something with fresh washed hair. Hygeine is important, they say.
The room was crowded but there she stood, dressed as she always was. Summer dress and sandals.
And yet that deep forebording, that sinking feeling, that desperate feeling deep in his gut it felt still there but over the thumping of his heart he could neither tell nor care.
For there she was. For this night, His.
The room was crowded but there she stood, dressed as she always was. Summer dress and sandals.
And yet that deep forebording, that sinking feeling, that desperate feeling deep in his gut it felt still there but over the thumping of his heart he could neither tell nor care.
For there she was. For this night, His.