Thursday, March 22, 2012

55 - Close Encounters

A gentle touch caressed her ear, 
stroked her hair 
and gently brushed her neck. 
Cheeks flushed. 
Spine tingling. 
She turned to face the source of this encounter 
and gasped at what confronted her. 
Nothing but air
 and the rush she felt 
pulsing through her body. 
There was one certainty. 
This was no evil spirit.

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