Yes, I am still working on a few short stories
After she had finished dancing she slumped against the wall.
Breathing heavy with a flushed face, her eyes wandered around the room.
The walls had once been plastered with posters. But recently she had
taken them all down. Leaving just the markings of torn tape. In their
place she had placed paintings. Artwork she felt represented herself.
Her eyes shifted from portrait to portrait. Eventually settling on a
setting sun on a harsh landscape. It was home. And her mind trailed from
childhood memories to the hours she had spent with him. Her hand idly
trailing its way down her neck, through her breasts, and circling her
bellybutton.
The room had become hot. A trickle of sweat dove
from her forehead onto the hardwood floor. It may have even splashed in
an extraordinary way. But her mind had wandered to his strong arms. And
how he had left with just a brush of a kiss. Leaving her craving more.
Craving the escape of love and color in such a cold dull winter.
-Dev
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