Saturday, December 25, 2010

Fiction55: Woman Child

Her tinkling laugh echoed across the breadth of the twilight as she stood high up the tower, dancing strands of gentle hair, twinkling eyes and beautiful pink lips carved upwards.

They all stalled to stare but they never stayed too long.

It would take her time to grow up- the beautiful woman child.

4 comments:

The Bald Guy said...

Hmmm...

Thousif Raza said...

elegent... more deep... but has this shimmer of sunshine and is very mature... very different... ur good at this... very very good... :)

Remya said...

@Tbeej: ?

Charu said...

Fleeting...A glimpse in the constant changing.