In the sunlit morning, surrounded by the whisper of a warm wind through long grass and trees, the lure of him seemed irresistable, his voice sweet and inviting. The little voice within him that warned of the danger, of their differences, grew quieter and quieter... until it was silenced altogether with a light touch of delicate fingers to a soft cheek.
2 Comments
Suzan Ward 20 Feb 2005
Very nice!Miad Kasravi 19 Feb 2005
very innovative and nice.