Soft black 11 x 14
Lovely words to work into your projects.
The marble chilled my bare
feet. I stood in the foyer,
certain she could see my
heart thrumping. I had
pricked my thumb picking
the rose. The sting was little
compared to what I had
coming. She smelled ... like
her garden. She knelt, her
soft hand lifted my face to
her smile. "Don't be afraid
little one. Let's go pick more.
I'm certain your mum would
want a full bouquet."
