100 Words
Okay, so I was supposed to post my second drabble yesterday, but I got distracted. Nevertheless, I am now very focused! That is why I am posting this now! Enjoy!
She moves like a river.
No, she is a river.
When she's happy, she dances and laughs. When she's mad, she rages and froths.
She's healing; even watching her can be therapeutic.
I've never met someone like her, and probably never will.
What's more, she cares. For the poor, the suffering, and me. Her eyes are proof of that.
Oh, her eyes. Bright, blue, mesmerizing sapphires. When she laughs at my jokes, they glitter; when she yells, they glint and flash; when she heals my wounds, they flood with concern.
She is like no other; I wish she was mine.
There we go, 100 words to the period! Hmm, this one was a bit intense...don't worry, though! The comedy (whatever little of it there is) will be back next chapter, I promise!
So you can probably guess who it's about, but I refuse to disclose from whose perspective this is. Have fun deciding, and don't forget to review!
Ciao,
Lola the Coconut