Sam
253 Words
I will never forget the first time that I saw her. I had been dragged to a friend's lake house for a bonfire in celebration of his friend's graduation. This was my first time in Illinois, but it would be my home for the foreseeable future. The lake was probably the closest I would get to a beach and the coastline until I was allowed to return home, and I simply couldn’t pass that up.
Unfortunately, the party had been incredibly dull and I spent most of the night drinking, dancing, and smoking weed with the small group of stoners that I managed to befriend.
Then I saw her. I suddenly found myself watching her through the flames. She kept to herself, staring into her red cup as she swirled whatever liquid was in it around and around. Her pale skin glowed as the firelight kissed it and her long dark hair was a cloak around her body, allowing her sky blue dress to show through only when she moved. Maybe it was the tequila, but for a moment I thought I felt sparks igniting like goose pimples across my skin as her dark eyes glanced at the fire nearly meeting mine.
She set her cup down and suddenly let out a long sigh, stood, and started to head down the path to the beach. I was caught in a trance, getting up to follow her it felt like I had lost my sense of free will. What kind of enchantress is she?
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