six sentence sunday :: the secret wedding dress
THE SECRET WEDDING DRESSShe breathed in and caught the scent of leather. Of spice. Of fresh chopped wood. Of sea air. Of airplane petrol. Sweat that wasn’t her own.Outside it was the depth of winter, yet she yanked her scarf away from her neck and thought about ice cream and snowball fights to counteract the certainty that she was about to overheat.
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Australia, New Zealand &UK - January 2013, North America - April 2013