My Turn

Brinley

Coal held my hand as we walked through the woods. The crisp winter air between us sparked with electricity. Dusk shadowed the landscape as the Moon began her appearance on the horizon, giving the foliage around us a soft glow. After a few minutes of silence, Coal murmured, "Why did you blush when Amber arrived?"

Ah, crap. I'd hoped Coal might forget about my little reaction to the newcomer, so I wouldn't have to share my embarrassing story. I certainly planned never to mention ...