Bored, I rediscovered the greatness that is OneWord.
You get one word and one minute to write about it.
It wasn’t that long ago that I thought this one would be the last.
She wouldn’t have understood that, too above it all, too aloof to care. Her hair blew in the wind as I watched her dance along the edge of the ocean and I couldn’t help but smile.
All of this wasn’t supposed to be here. Not now. Not so long after the fact.
Her dark hair, her bright smile, her warm embrace.
It’s not so bad afterall.