Seated on a bench along a boulevard one cloudy late afternoon, playmates Camille and John were a picture of happy kids. Innocent and with utter lack of guile in looks, they always teased each other even to the extent of John nudging Camille that they hold hands.
When Camille answered with a giggle, John without forewarning, planted a kiss on Camille’s cheeks of which the latter’s reaction was just to close her eyes. When she stood up and started walking dazed, John suddenly felt attracted to her gait. Will the blossoming love ripen at that age? Maybe? A puppy love?....:)
When Camille answered with a giggle, John without forewarning, planted a kiss on Camille’s cheeks of which the latter’s reaction was just to close her eyes. When she stood up and started walking dazed, John suddenly felt attracted to her gait. Will the blossoming love ripen at that age? Maybe? A puppy love?....:)
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Written for Thursday Tales
Also for Three Word Wednesday
Prompts: gait, nudge, ripen
