In old photographs hanging above the stairs your smile stands out from the rest leaps from the gloss to take me by the hand, reminds me to breathe and smile with you. In the doorways and arches of home your laugh sings throaty and bold stretches to every corner to pull me in close, … Continue reading To smile with you
And then, she smiled and there was something strange in the way my skin trembled in the heat of her gaze, like an everlasting summer. ________________________ WP #11: happy Link your response to this prompt, below. Image credit.