Glow.

With furrowed brows, she stares at the wall of text on her laptop screen – its brightness inevitably creates a gentle glow against her cheeks. A low, resigned sigh leaves her mouth as she rests her chin against the back of her hand. Her mobile phone buzzes. Advertisements

Sheer Necessity.

It all happens so quickly (almost as if a tornado had recklessly flung her onto the ground) that she doesn’t realise how close she is to him His dark chocolate eyes; that gaze – intense, but kind – as he tilts his head to meet hers, and her heart swells She’s on fire.

Dress.

Mama always told me I was special For I was both black as the night and blue as the ocean So was she. She was style-savvy but never fell prey to trends and plain as I was she picked me I was overjoyed.