Melodrama
Drops of sweat glistened on the back of his head, amidst the foliage of his ebony black hair, like tiny fragile crystals of ice. Precariously hanging on to the tips of each strang, a simple flick of his head breaks the hold of each droplet, and they fall to the ground, shattering into irretrievable fragments, having lost their hold forever.
Written during JC2 one day in class, as I sat behind one of my classmates after lunch. Thanks, Shiyi!
copyright © 2006
Drops of sweat glistened on the back of his head, amidst the foliage of his ebony black hair, like tiny fragile crystals of ice. Precariously hanging on to the tips of each strang, a simple flick of his head breaks the hold of each droplet, and they fall to the ground, shattering into irretrievable fragments, having lost their hold forever.
Written during JC2 one day in class, as I sat behind one of my classmates after lunch. Thanks, Shiyi!
copyright © 2006
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