HMN (Vietnam) published:
PROMPT: Micro Memoir
Played under the summer night, jazz swirled along with the light breeze, wearing the perfume of sun. Fluttering lashes and red lipstick, it was supposed to be a night of outdone.
Prom night. No one danced, the suffocating squeeze of high heels burdened the feet of an aching pain. So we ran away, escaped to somewhere quieter, more peaceful. To an empty outdoor path decorated with the blooming leaves of a green summer, we turned on jazz, to dance.
over 1 year ago