What we find in a soulmate is not something wild to tame but something wild to run with.Robert Brault
She was wild. She hid it under layers of convention, but it was there in her eyes. It flickered at him as she spoke. When he looked more deeply she pulled him in, drawing him further into the darkness that twinkled with promise. It was also there in her voice, in the suggestion and intonation. He worried others might see and hear what he did and that they might want her too. He wanted her to be his you see. His wild thing. There was an urge to tame her but a stronger pull for something wild to run with.
I quite enjoyed writing my drabble last week so decided to write another short piece. A drabble is a story in 100 words with a beginning, middle and an end so although this is 100 words, I don’t think technically it would count. Perhaps it is more of a vignette?
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