On a fine bright summer day there was a young girl. Siting at the fountain dress of common spun wool flowing in the light breeze the only other thing next to the water that was a reprive of the summer heat. Her hand disturbs the water. Her thoughts driven like stone.
He watches, waits. To him she is of such beauty, she could drive him to lose him self in such a bountiful blossm. eek unnoticed boldness seeps through him unlike any before, one might think lust but no its not. Her beauty to him is like the fountain shes siting on. Beautiful yet could probley beat him in seriveing the decades. rolleyes her eyes slowly left as she notices him.
She notices a tall dark sadow the kind from men who would wander too close. slowly she looks up at him wondering what this man could want. Hes handsome but what his eyes are what draw her. his eyes. deep and intruding they penitrate all her body (kinda like xray vision) to what lies benith HER. "sir must you stand in such heat, please sit and enjoy the refreshment of this here fountain." she spoke only out of courtesy what she would have like to have said was more get the flaming tar out of my sun light shadow maker. His voice seem to irritate her nerves, with shaking hands she dipped them back into the water creating ripples.
He watched her take her trembling hands and place them in the water. He then sat, wondering if he be to bold to speak to her here. Yes he could he decided and took action. "Miss do you come to this fountain often?" he spoke uncertain of her answer. Would she reply?
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