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
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.
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.