A little spur of the moment thing…
She glided across the floor. Her dress brushed the ground and swept around her. Her golden curls framed her face. Her blue eyes were twinkling.
He watched as she moved softly around the room as though her feet never touched the floor.
She would be older now. Eighteen. Her face had matured with growing-up. Yet, she as she danced she became her again. How he knew her.
She brought back old memories. Old feelings. But he was not hers to keep. Perhaps never was.
She was the object of others affection now. She had stopped now and was with John as he pointed out various young men to her. As she laughed, her golden curls danced on their own.
She looked up. At him. He leapt back. She made her way to the window looking out. As she did, so long ago. She turned and went back in.
The first snow was falling. The snowflakes twirled before touching the ground like icing sugar. London would soon be changed. He shivered. He turned to the window of the ballroom.
Her green dress swirled around her as she moved about the room. She was dancing with a young man. She was smiling up at him as he spun her around the room. But she turned and saw him again. She came to the window and gave him a small smile. He reached forward for his kiss. In the right hand corner of her mouth. But someone came and led her away.
So he just watched her, his Wendy, as she danced.
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