She reminded him of the scent of flowers after the falling of the rain. Though she kept herself hidden from his sight, he could imagine her face, as lovely as the flowers she so delicately touched. Approaching her would be out of the question, he would have to wait for the right moment. And wait […]

via Wilted ~ #shortstory — Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos

A Lovely Short by my friend Dorinda 🙂  I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!