And the Words: “Her lips were red and perfectly shaped, her cheeks blushed prettily when she spoke.” – Neil Gaiman, Stardust.
It was a special locale, decorated like a film set for some Tudor or medieval based drama.
In typical fashion for a British summer, it was raining when the couple rushed into the room, carrying luggage and holding an umbrella.
They were out of breath and had clearly enjoyed the whole escapade.
She fell ono the four-poster bed, panting and he gazed at her in awe.
Her lips were red and perfectly shaped, her cheeks blushed prettily when she spoke
“Lock the door, darling,” she said, breathily.
It was like a dream and he couldn’t believe she was his wife.
This story was written for the 50 word Thursday challenge:
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