Every piece has its own story . . . that's why it's called Jewelry Tales.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Dance 'til dawn
Analisa smiled as she pulled the zipper up the last few inches and fastened the hook at the top. She spun around, feeling the silk of her skirt swish and swirl around her thighs, gently caressing her skin. Holding her arms as if the man of her dreams were in them, she danced around the room; the walls fell away and candlelight replaced the harsh overhead lighting in her bedroom.
The dress was magic.
She slipped on her shoes, and fastened a bracelet around her wrist. Tonight was her night to shine; the dress promised romance, and she believed.
© 2011 Cynthia Newcomer Daniel
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