When I first saw him, I knew I wanted him. There was a selfish whimsy in my chest, a soft little sigh of greed. He was standing on the dock, creaking wood beneath his sneakers and the sound of salt in his ears. He probably couldn't see me where I was, standing beside those fake faces and the flashing lights; I'm fairly certain the ferris wheel spun a perpetual shadow that cowered around my body like a coffin. He turned his head, pulling the sun closer to the ocean, and I wanted to kiss the sunlight from his lips. It would taste sweeter than any candy given to me by a stranger. 2008-01-29T17:22:46Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/19549 <p>wow, vivid imagery..kiss the sunlight from his lips..poetic.<br />LoA</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/19549?basename=37278 2008-01-29T17:22:46Z SKermitgorf http://ficlets.com/authors/kermitgorf <p>Not sure the sentence with the ferris wheel makes any sense, but I love the narrator&#8217;s style. Awesome!</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/19549?basename=37256 2008-01-29T13:54:17Z White Hat http://ficlets.com/authors/whitehat