My first attempt at 55 fiction - which I first heard of tonight. Maybe we will start a new trend over here...and maybe in the Seventh Dimension... Hmm, the wheels are turning!
I stood engulfed by the chill of night. The woods were pitch but for the glimmer of moonlight peering through the leaves above. I could not see the mist of my icy breath, yet I stood alone—placidly, silently against the frigid spruce. Suddenly, the searing moistness of his tender lips soothed my waiting neck.
©2011 Maria Christine