as he stood, he looked down at her and closed his eyes willing himself not to make a sound.
carefully he reached his hand into his pocket and unclenched his fist. he felt the ring slide into the soft material and rest on the bottom.
he turned away and carefully strode out the door, grateful for the darkness and cool night air.
22 November 2008
sunday scribbings - *grateful*
sunday scribblings prompt for grateful, and continued from last week's prompted writing. thanks to all for reading and commenting! :)