"Damsel in Distress" Part 4
Hair loosely wrapped up with a comb… Ringlets hanging loosing around the frame of my face… Taking long strides… So I can reach him quickly… Dress blowing… Feels refreshing… Cross the street… As I get close to the curb… I hear his voice… “Caramel, over here”, he yells… I look around in the direction of the voice… But, I don’t see him… “Caramel, by the limo”, he yells again… He standing inside the limo… Half his body out, from the sunroof… I wave back to acknowledge him… Silly man… A limo? … He... Sign in to see full entry.