Laughter and light spilled from my open dorm room door, highlighting a strip of the burgundy carpet. He sat close to me on the faded couch, dark curls falling into his face. I played with the string of his hoodie, twirling it between my trembling fingers as he leaned nearer and I wondered if this was something I should close my eyes for.
Beginning is meant to be a short, three sentence narrative that focuses on sensory details. This piece is published in an anthology titled "Stonehenge."
© 2017 Elise Price