She is the spirit of the night. A glimmer of delight. A luscious mirage. With poison in her roots, she walks with pride. Her steps echo, pebbles on a raft adrift. Waves of color and sound. Soothing. Like berries. The promise of ecstasy.
The scarlet lady beckons. Her locks play with the wind. Crimson lips pursed in thought. Her smile captured, dance through time. Her drums play in unison. A rhyme to release.
Song of ages, he moves to the beat.
“Tell me Scarlet; is my lover in your arms tonight?”
Inspired by Madison Woods‘ Photo prompt for 100 word fiction – Go #FridayFictioneers.