ChueyTheCat
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Daily 022: 300 words, Scandal
It was one of those uncertain gray days that looked as though the clouds couldn't make up their mind whether to pour rain or scuttle away and let the sun through. It was early spring, and the air was still cool and moist, the grass fresh with dew, disturbed only by two pairs of shoes. There was no sound in the park other than birds chirping and two people giggling.
The girl arranged her old-fashioned skirts and petticoats, her trim boots leaving little dents in the grass. Her companion smiled at her from over a ruffled white shirt and high collar, his eyes focused on the only bright thing he saw, although several spring flowers nodded their brilliant heads over the green swathes of the park, and the occasional butterfly swooped by, unheeded by the two lovers. The trees overhead whispered and rustled as the gossiping wind wove through their branches, and the flowers bent in the breeze as though murmuring to each other.
If there were any witnesses other than the wild things it would have caused a stir, for sure, because the man was the heir to the vast estate they were walking on, and the girl’s possessions amounted to nothing much beyond her fresh young beauty. Yet the love between them was beautiful, fragile, like a rose unfurling its petals in the sun to reveal a rich, crimson heart, beating underneath the green leaves.
The giggling continued, and as the sun crept higher into the sky, he bent down and kissed her crimson lips, as the breeze picked up and tossed leaves around them, whirling around them like so many clacking tongues, heralds of the upcoming rumors that would soon trickle through the town.
No matter. It was yet to come, and right then, it was perfect.
It was one of those uncertain gray days that looked as though the clouds couldn't make up their mind whether to pour rain or scuttle away and let the sun through. It was early spring, and the air was still cool and moist, the grass fresh with dew, disturbed only by two pairs of shoes. There was no sound in the park other than birds chirping and two people giggling.
The girl arranged her old-fashioned skirts and petticoats, her trim boots leaving little dents in the grass. Her companion smiled at her from over a ruffled white shirt and high collar, his eyes focused on the only bright thing he saw, although several spring flowers nodded their brilliant heads over the green swathes of the park, and the occasional butterfly swooped by, unheeded by the two lovers. The trees overhead whispered and rustled as the gossiping wind wove through their branches, and the flowers bent in the breeze as though murmuring to each other.
If there were any witnesses other than the wild things it would have caused a stir, for sure, because the man was the heir to the vast estate they were walking on, and the girl’s possessions amounted to nothing much beyond her fresh young beauty. Yet the love between them was beautiful, fragile, like a rose unfurling its petals in the sun to reveal a rich, crimson heart, beating underneath the green leaves.
The giggling continued, and as the sun crept higher into the sky, he bent down and kissed her crimson lips, as the breeze picked up and tossed leaves around them, whirling around them like so many clacking tongues, heralds of the upcoming rumors that would soon trickle through the town.
No matter. It was yet to come, and right then, it was perfect.