She reminds me of jellyfish—delicate but deadly. I dare not kiss her again.
Her brisk slap across my jaw rings in my ear. Her hand against my face, though slender—fingers like the stems of tulips—strikes me heavy, as Grandpa’s thick brick layer’s mitts. My skin inflamed, pulsating; I imagine to burn a raw red until day’s end.
But her radiance and defiance draws me nearer evermore. Tomorrow I will wade with caution—her discipline severe, but her love well worth it.
It’s been so long since I’ve done one of these, so…
Written for 3LineTales, hosted by Sonya (Only 100 Words). A picture is worth three lines. What tale can you draw?