By Amberly A. M. Oosthuizen
He thought that ginger haired people were not very attractive. He thought the biscuits were, but not the people. Except that one special lady...
Her skin was a translucent ivory and her hair was more auburn than ginger, as it was the opposite way in her early years of life. Years when she still knew the taste of wine, the look of the eternal sunrise and the sound of the larks singing in the tree branches.
She looked ethereally beautiful in black and stalked the nightclubs for him,
Devouring others as she went.
A sultry vixen of the night...
© Amberly A. M.Oosthuizen
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