Around The Lake

In the moonlight, the leaves of green appeared strangely grey, whispering things strange and seductive as branches swayed languorously in the warm breeze. Liberated from its unlikely confines, an unruly, wavy tendril broke free, momentarily obscuring her view of him. His rough fingers, defiantly tender, caressed her youthful cheek, clearing her vision. Unconsciously, without permission, her face moved traitorously into the gesture, betraying her. Focusing on the green algae that defined the lake's boundary, she tried to pretend her cheeks weren't stained with pink. Softly, so quiet she could almost pretend she hadn't heard, her name passed across his lips.