100 words x 365 days
At the bottom of the stairs, he waited. Her sound radiating from above, he waited. Clinks of the brush as it rested on the old glass mirror, the shuffle of her feet across the once varnished wooden floor. Soft exhales, his eyes not as good as they once were, but his heart never faded. He laid her dress out on the bed as he’s done for years, knowing that she loved when he dressed her. A close of the door, she slowly descended the stairs as radiant as she was on their first date, nothing compared to the way she looked tonight.
A.J. Luna
Confessions Of Passion 