Snapshot
“Give me your hand.”
“Wha–? I–N-no, I’m fine…”
“Give me your hand, stupid.” Fingers met tentatively, smaller enveloped by larger. “Now step up… That’s it– There! See? No problem.”
An intake of breath, “It’s beautiful.”
“Best spot in the land.”
Carefully, an arm wound around a pair of petite shoulders; bodies drew close.
“Thank you.”
Two stood upon a mountain outcrop, shadows among sunlight.
Heya,
A nice, small thing. It shows that there’s no need for lengthy descriptions and wordy accounts in order to make a good piece of writing.
Keep on with the great work,
- César