A musical giggle escaped her suddenly - a tinkling wind chime of a laugh he hadn't heard from her in months. it pulled him short in the middle of the story he was telling.
He looked up to where she sat Indian-style atop the granite boulder, dappled in the restless shadows of oak leaves, her hands on her bare, tanned knees, she grinned down at him, her face flushed with amusement, her eyes glinting. The tadpole creek mumbled beside him, and he just stood there blinking, trying to get a fix on whatever it was her giggle roused in him.
"Well?" she said. sitting up straighter. "Don't just stop. What happened then?"
He grinned and shook his head. He couldn't for the life of him remember what story he'd been telling her.
He looked up to where she sat Indian-style atop the granite boulder, dappled in the restless shadows of oak leaves, her hands on her bare, tanned knees, she grinned down at him, her face flushed with amusement, her eyes glinting. The tadpole creek mumbled beside him, and he just stood there blinking, trying to get a fix on whatever it was her giggle roused in him.
"Well?" she said. sitting up straighter. "Don't just stop. What happened then?"
He grinned and shook his head. He couldn't for the life of him remember what story he'd been telling her.
Truly, Thank God it's Friday once again.
A break from all the riot of life.
Hoo-rah for the weekends.
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