Chapter 1
Morgan Jones was thinking about Jessarae willows again. Jessarae was a beautiful woman with emerald eyes and peach lips.
Morgan walked over to the window and reflected on her warm surroundings. She had always loved sunny New York with its frosty trees. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel free.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the beautiful figure of Jessaray willows.
Morgan gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was popular, thoughtful, with a fragile figure and a curvy body. Her friends saw her as a confident, caring friend. Once, she had even jumped into a river and saved a baby.
But not even a fragile person who had once jumped into a river and saved a baby, was prepared for what Jessarae had in store today.
The drizzle rained like swimming tortoises, making Morgin confident. Morgin grabbed a warped newspaper that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.
As morgin stepped outside and Jessaray came closer, she could see the quirky glint in her eye.
“I am here because I want love,” Jessaray bellowed, in a bold tone. She slammed her fist against Morgan’s chest, with the force of the gods. “I love you, Morgin.”
Morgan looked back, even more confident and still fingering the warped newspaper. “Jessarae, I love you,” she replied.
They looked at each other with relaxed feelings, like two grieving, widows.
morgin regarded Jessarae’s emerald eyes and peach lips. She held out her hand. “Let’s not fight,” she whispered, gently.
“Hmph,” pondered Jessarae.
“Please?” begged Morgan with her emerald eyes.
Jessarae looked flustered, her face blushing like a cherry tomato.
Then Jessara came inside for a nice cup of whiskey.
The end
(this is a story made by my sister)
