Post by -Grey- on Sept 16, 2005 16:36:55 GMT -5
A sprawled figure leaned against an enormous, moss covered stone angel. The angel's arms were uplifted, and her massive wings were spread, as if she was about to leap from her cracked concrete ledge and fly away.
An soft sultry wind blew in from the east, lifting pearly bright blonde hair off the woman's shoulders. Bottle of Lemon Bacardi held loosely in her grasp. Clear, sigh-ridden face expressed glazed blue eyes, obviously ridden by alcohol.
Grey had always loved this house. She remembered walking past it, admiring it's old yet proud majesty, crumbling walls seeing more things, listening to more secrets, than Grey had ever. She rubbed her shoulders. Thinking it was going to be warm, Grey had worn old, holey jeans and an old Stones concert t-shirt that had shrunk in the dryer.
Far off, Grey thought she heard a moan the wind was making in the trees. Despite herself, the hair on the back of her neck stood up. She had heard of spirits that haunted the house, but never really believed it...
An soft sultry wind blew in from the east, lifting pearly bright blonde hair off the woman's shoulders. Bottle of Lemon Bacardi held loosely in her grasp. Clear, sigh-ridden face expressed glazed blue eyes, obviously ridden by alcohol.
Grey had always loved this house. She remembered walking past it, admiring it's old yet proud majesty, crumbling walls seeing more things, listening to more secrets, than Grey had ever. She rubbed her shoulders. Thinking it was going to be warm, Grey had worn old, holey jeans and an old Stones concert t-shirt that had shrunk in the dryer.
Far off, Grey thought she heard a moan the wind was making in the trees. Despite herself, the hair on the back of her neck stood up. She had heard of spirits that haunted the house, but never really believed it...