GoneA Story by Tracewriting exercise one less word per sentence start with 20The bell atop the steeple rang incisively with excruciating clanging sounds that ate at the very core of my being. Falling to my knees, covering my ears, I was painfully being subjected to the noise and I screamed pathetically. A kind woman, who was incidentally passing by, stopped her car and got out to check on me. Tenderly taking my tear stained face into her hands, she drew me close against her soft bosom. My only thoughts were refuge from the agony as I buried myself deep into her cleavage. Even though barely being able to breathe, I welcomed her relaxing heartbeat and soothing voice. I didn’t move until the shock waves of the ringing instrument high above stopped. Glancing up, I saw the beautiful Samaritan who had come to my aid. Her steel blue eyes pierced my heart and quickly melted my soul. She stroked my face and hair asking if I was alright. I smiled sheepishly and thanked her for her kind concern. Rising to my feet, I then walked with her, Her vehicle was only a few steps away. My mind begged her to stay here. Would I ever see her again? Why wouldn’t my tongue speak? The car door opened. My heart sank! She smiled. Gone! © 2019 TraceAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on December 30, 2019 Last Updated on December 30, 2019 AuthorTraceCentral area, MSAboutAuthor of two published books so far The Journey and Attractions of Love Working on two more. Retired General Contractor Writer of romance Home nudist, never tried going public Lover of people a.. more..Writing
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