She’d been alone for so long she’d forgotten what it meant to be two. She clasped his hand and trembled.
He tilted her face to his, traced the lines of her life with his finger and pressed his lips to hers. This simple gesture unlocked inhibitions and allowed her rusty self-confidence to begin to flourish.
Written for Lisa McCourt Hollar’s 55 Word Challenge,
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Really like how you captured emotion so well in just 55 words. (:
Ooo, that's really good. Like that, how you did made the picture metaphorical, not literal. Nice.
This one really spoke to me. I really like the use of the word "rust." The first sentence is powerful and hooks you right in.