1. Light and Easy
Pariswas crowded during the lunch hour. Crowded with sunlight, colors flashed by bags and hats and bread, and the clicking sound of heels against stool legs. Flushed and alive, filled to overflowing with flowered girls and grinning gentlemen.
How the girl loved it! How she reveled in life, in being alive on this, the first glorious day of spring! How her eyes skipped, tripped, over the world, always thirsting for more, more, never quenching that thirst. How oblivious to darkness, anything dark, she seemed to be.
And how he, sitting at a table across the road, could not stop his eyes from drinking. Drinking, drinking, drinking, until the tips of his fingers fluttered imperceptibly, losing their control, the nerves numb and reeling.
Her hair was easy, light. Easily teased by the light wind. Easy-going with the light blue of her dress. Easy and light, light and easy. His fingers twitched lightly around the handle of a cup, itching to twirl around the strands of her hair. It would be so, so easy. A light word, an easy smile, and she would be swept away…
The forgotten cup lay shattered on the ground, solemnly watching as the soldier led the girl away, his fingers fluttering against her shoulder and lightly tangling in her windy hair.
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There it is!
This will eventually turn into a Nixon OC.
Constructive criticism and reviews are welcome.
Oh! And if anyone knows of a good website for anything Band of Brothers related (timelines, etc.) links are appreciated. Also anything on France during WW2 and the underground and all that.