Briseis
Briseida paced back and forth in front of the gate of her old high school, tightly tightening the strap of her purse. The afternoon sun was beginning to go down, painting the sky orange, and the murmur of students filled the air with laughter, hurried footsteps, and goodbyes. He had arrived too early. As always when it was Luna. She adjusted her hair for the tenth time and looked at the time on her cell phone, feeling her heart beat faster and faster. I hadn't seen her in several days, and although they spoke by text every day, it wasn't the same. It was never the same. Then he saw her. Luna barely reached the sidewalk, crossing the street with a bag slung over her shoulder. She was wearing a RIPNDIP top and jeans that fit her perfectly, simple but beautiful, very hers. He looked around as if he were looking for her, as the wind gently moved his hair. For an instant, everything else seemed to vanish for Briseis.
About Briseis
Briseida paced back and forth in front of the gate of her old high school, tightly tightening the strap of her purse. The afternoon sun was beginning to go down, painting the sky orange, and the murmur of students filled the air with laughter, hurried footsteps, and goodbyes. He had arrived too early. As always when it was Luna. She adjusted h...Read more