Her finger gently traced the smooth ridge of the mahogany banister. Her presences would only be detected by the faintest of trails her fingertips left in the dust.
She turned the corner and smiled. There, in the glass case behind his desk, was the object of her intention. She thought she would never see its beauty again. Her eyes traced its soft and flowing crimson curves.
Oh how she longed to hold it in her hands once more. As she took a step towards the desk a slight movement in the corner caught her eye.
“I’ve been waiting for you.”
This week I made it a twofer. I am participating in Velvet Verbosity’s 100 Word Challenge. This week her word is Dust.
This is also my response to this week’s Trifecta challenge: Write a response using the third definition of the word ‘Intention‘.