Drabble #49 – 花様年華
The sun is shining, and maybe I’m just daydreaming but
you always seem to have the most beautiful gold flecks
glittering just under your skin, like someone crumbled up the
moon and sprinkled it across your cheeks. I kind of like
that—how you get under my skin and stay there,
like you belong. There are two cars parked on the side of the
road and you’re resting against one, singing that song I
hate. There’s a wrench in your hand that you keep tossing
up, letting it spin in the air and glint against the sun, like
gold flecks.