Dunes Day

Dunes Day by Tiffany Greenfield www.eleventhhourfiction.wordpress.com

He would be waiting for her somewhere beyond the cross in the dunes.  She knew he had walked the path not long before her for the scent of him hung in the air like an early morning rain clinging to every blade of grass.  He had caught her eye only a month before at the open market.  She had replayed the moment over and over in her mind, knowing in that simple moment, she had given herself to him.  She wasn’t surprised when he approached her while she was walking down the street.  He walked in step with her, silently putting the largest part of his hand very lightly on the smallest part of her waist.  She was unable to breathe let alone speak.  Leaning into her he had whispered, “Why not?”

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