Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

The Dress

He follows me through the doors,his dark clothing not the only thing parting him from the crowd. His electric blue eyes stay on me as I weave through the ballroom, greeting my guests as I go. He is quite fast agile for a man of his age. I'm not sure but he's got to be around the late forties or early fifties. As I pace through the large sparkling room I start to laugh at myself for being so foolish. All this for a dress...





Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback