And He held HEr Hands

AND HE HELD HER HANDS
CHAPTER 4

Palms

“Left, right, right, over and twirl” was all he could remember from the dance he learnt yesterday. He knew there was more to this dance, but her very being already filled his entire mind. He watched as she tossed her hair and stepped onto the grass, leading him in the dance.

He bent down and picked a perfect blade of grass, still immersed in the fresh morning dew.
“For you” He smiled.

A wide and playful grin spread across her face.

Together, they skipped all the way into the parade square.

The usual preaching preceded, and as the topic strayed to relationships, he felt the teacher’s eye bear down on him. Quickly, he made to look at the ground, finding his feet much more interesting than the situation being presented to him at the moment.

He heaved a sigh of relief as the dull discourse ended, and embraced her hands with his, the blade of grass snugly sitting within their palms.