Creation (Un mundo nuevo) #Glass Lovers #manuscript

There were no moon, no stars, no scented roses.

Just rough landscape: red mountains rising straight from the desert, fragmenting a blue tired sky.

Cacti.

Wind drying our bodies, sand glued on our skins.

Oh, but all those things were no going to stop Miguel!

He was determined to defy the impossible.

His rich laughter crashed into the mounting stone; his green eyes pierced into mine; his teeth bit into my lips.

My nails pressed deeply into his back.

His Maria de Guadalupe medallion flickered before my eyes.

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Un mundo nuevo was about to bloom inside me.

Miguel’s new serrated moons, new ardent stars, new mystical scented roses stood ready to welcome it.

Viable

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Excerpt from the manuscript Glass Lovers. 

Photo Credit: Pixabay.

 

 

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