He leaned against the window frame and watched her on the pier. He gave a wardrobe full of clothes, but she insisted on wearing the white dress she was found in. She touched her head gingerly, her face wincing slightly as she touched the wound. She looked up into sky and cocked her head slightly. It was as if she was waiting for something to happen. He watched her hands give a little twitch. She bowed her head in disappointment and grudgingly walked towards the edge of the pier, her feet hanging precariously over the edge. He straightened up. She crouched. The water tempted her. She rocked her body, her arms hugging her knees to her chest. She stared into the water. Her eyes wide and glazed. She slipped a foot into the water. Her toe made a ripple on the water surface. He leaned back against the window frame as she slipped her other foot into the water. She leaned back of her arms and swung her legs playfully. She raised her head and continued to look at the sky. She smiled. Trails of water droplets danced from her feet as she kicked gently. They twinkled in the winter sunlight.
She wore the same white dress and was barefooted. Just like the night he found her. What's the matter with her? He wondered. What had happened during that walk in the forest she took this morning? When she didn't come back for lunch, he went out to look for her. She was found on the forest floor, cuts and grazes, black and blue on her limbs.
"Darling, what are you doing?" cooed a voice. He spun around and saw Allison sashay across the room in tight, red cocktail dress. Despite the early hours of the morning, Allison had a martini glass in her hand. He cocked his eyebrow in amusement. Allison gave out a laugh.
"Don't give me that look, my love. It's just water. I can't stand tumblers." Allison tilted her head and finished the drink. Allison seemed always to ready to attend a party no matter the time or season. It showed off her curvaceous body in which she enhanced it with her hip-swaying walk. It kept people guessing her age and Allison loved it when they guessed half her age. He always wondered, whether Allison remembered her actual age. He took her by the waist and kissed her neck. Allison wrapped her leg around his and leaned back. Allison saw her cross the foyer and craned her neck to see her. She stopped and saw Allison and him in an embrace. Allison snapped back to a standing position.
"Who is that?" asked Allison straightening her dress and ran her hand through her hair. He looked up to see her standing in the foyer. There was a blank expression in her eyes. She turned around and walked up the stairs. He felt flushed and turned to face Allison who had placed her hand on her waist and a look that demanded an instant answer. He pressed Allison's body against his and cooed in her ear.
"That was no one, love." He kissed her ears and traced his lips across Allison's cheek and towards her lips.
She wore the same white dress and was barefooted. Just like the night he found her. What's the matter with her? He wondered. What had happened during that walk in the forest she took this morning? When she didn't come back for lunch, he went out to look for her. She was found on the forest floor, cuts and grazes, black and blue on her limbs.
"Darling, what are you doing?" cooed a voice. He spun around and saw Allison sashay across the room in tight, red cocktail dress. Despite the early hours of the morning, Allison had a martini glass in her hand. He cocked his eyebrow in amusement. Allison gave out a laugh.
"Don't give me that look, my love. It's just water. I can't stand tumblers." Allison tilted her head and finished the drink. Allison seemed always to ready to attend a party no matter the time or season. It showed off her curvaceous body in which she enhanced it with her hip-swaying walk. It kept people guessing her age and Allison loved it when they guessed half her age. He always wondered, whether Allison remembered her actual age. He took her by the waist and kissed her neck. Allison wrapped her leg around his and leaned back. Allison saw her cross the foyer and craned her neck to see her. She stopped and saw Allison and him in an embrace. Allison snapped back to a standing position.
"Who is that?" asked Allison straightening her dress and ran her hand through her hair. He looked up to see her standing in the foyer. There was a blank expression in her eyes. She turned around and walked up the stairs. He felt flushed and turned to face Allison who had placed her hand on her waist and a look that demanded an instant answer. He pressed Allison's body against his and cooed in her ear.
"That was no one, love." He kissed her ears and traced his lips across Allison's cheek and towards her lips.
