Lady in Red
The sea air whipped across her face, tendrils of hair stuck to her skin. She laughed, dipping her toes in and out of the waves. Sea foam coated her legs and skirt, the satin became a darker as she waded further in, hugging closely to her thighs. I will never forget her laugh; high pitched and loud it rang through the night air.
“Come on, it's not that cold!” She's said, beckoning me closer. Coaxing with a crooked finger.
I shook my head.
“You're not afraid of a bit of water are you?”
She dipped below the waves, her dress fanning out in a ripple of red.
I held my breath, counting the seconds as they passed by. They felt like minutes.
“Melissa?”
She said nothing; did nothing.
“Melissa?”
She laughed as she emerged from the water, beads of salt water pearling across the exposed skin of her shoulders where they ran in rivulets across the neckline of her dress.
“Join me, John, please?”
