The couple stood up from the bench and walked off into the sunset. The exfoliating sensation of sand brushed against their skill. Their wedding papers signed and neatly framed lay in their suitcase by their feet. The plane they got off leaves the terminal and heads into the clouds, white and fluffy. The dress purchased at the fashion boutique owned by Chloe Jacob wait patiently, steamed, absorbing the lavender scent wafting through the air. Her shoes scuff against the hardwood floor, dirt piled by the door mat, staining the rug temporarily decorating the room and concealing the aged creaky floorboards underneath. A motion stirs, the dog awakes, and alas, he glances her way.
read it forwards, backwards.
does it still make sense?
Jenny Wong
