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
Character = "I"
Setting = "Woods"
Condition = "Alone" and "Cold"
Resolution to both = (alone) He arrived, and (cold) his searing lips warmed her up