ClearA Story by Alisha MartinJust a short something.It is a warm, clear spring day. You asked me to meet you here, at the park. The sun is shining brightly, making my nearly transparent skin glow. I take seat under a tree at the top of the hill and wait. I close my eyes and let the sun warm my face. A sutble breeze rustles the leaves, breaking our silence. The eartsh breath helps fill my lungs. I take slow breaths. I hear your heavy footsteps in the grass. You sit in front of me. I do not open my eyes. Seeing you would kill me. Even though I cannot see you, I feel your eyes raking over every inch of me. The wind jostles me again. You fingertips brush my cheeks, under my eyes. "I couldn't of done this." You whisper. I do not need to correct you. You know, damn well. You twirl my hair between your long fingers. "It's gotten so long." I let the air out of my lungs. You take my hands, folding them into yours. "So small, you're so small.." © 2010 Alisha MartinAuthor's Note
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