She spun wildly on the grass wriggling the blades between her toes. Inhaling deeply, her lungs filled with its freshly cut scent, the scent of vibrant green and lush mornings. Her cinnamon-tinged hair glistened in the sunlight, highlighted by her full red dress as it caught the breeze and swirled along with her. I watched from a short distance, allowing her the space she needed to drink in the feeling of home, but staying close enough to feel her elation. Out of breath, she ran to me, her blue eyes sparkling and arms open wide. She was where she belonged.
Written for Velvet Verbosity's 100 Word Challenge. Prompt cinnamon.
I like this! Cinnamon-tinged hair = perfect description of many I know. So often called Gingers - cinnamon is much nicer.
ReplyDeleteYou do have a double "feel" - may have been intentional. If so, could use a comma or a hyphen to separate them.
Nicely done, You. :)
Oops! I didn't mean for two. Will have to add another word somewhere.
DeleteThanks, you!