#CUPIDJUNE💝💘
#THE SOUND OF SOMETHING SWEET💘
#STORY28
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It’s pitch black.
Nothing is seen, just a shadow of the silhouette of a woman, seated, head tilted backwards, un-moving.
It’s pitch black, but suddenly the lights come on, only on the shadow of the woman while the entire room is hidden, in faceless shadows.
It’s pitch black, yet you can see her, moonlight seated in the corner, her head hidden under the hat, dressed in a black lace-like lingerie, voluminous , curvy, full lips and skin as milk.
She was a woman, perfect in all her looks. Yet she is seated, as though like a statue, an art.
It’s moonlight dark, in her corner, only in her corner as her head rises slowly, her lashes flutters and a smoking pipe is seen in her hand as she smiles…into nothing.
The music comes on, quietly, rising in trepidation as little rain drops against the window pane, it rises, it rises and then it stops.
Silence, deafening silence.
Then nothing, not a sound.
Suddenly, sounds of drums begin to beat far away, as though hearing it for the first time, she moves, turning towards the sound.
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