Post by melissafclark on Aug 19, 2012 10:52:44 GMT -5
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The fountain was one of Melissa's favourite places during the summer. It was one of the most refreshing and cool places you could find, even if you were out in the sun, baking beneath the hot rays. And that was where the twenty one year old was today, lounging across the cool stone slabs of the pond. Her fingers were idly hanging in the water, drawing patterns in the icy water, brushing past the occasional leaf. Ripples wobbled out on the water, and Melissa kept her eyes trained on the coins beneath the surface. She could feel a small coil of an urge forming in her stomach. They were there for the taking, no one was protecting them. It wasn't like she needed them though, she didn't get out often enough to spend any money she might have had.
She did, however, find her fingers slowly diving deeper into the water, almost as if she had no control over them. Her eyes slid closed as she embraced the cool wetness of the water around her hand as it slid lower and lower into the water. Her eyes, lit up by the light bouncing off of the calm liquid, only opened when the tips of her fingers grazed against the course flesh of a coin. She didn't want to take it, but she couldn't just leave it there. She watched it for several long moments, feeling sticky and glued in those moments as her fingers continued to caress the skin of the penny. It wasn't even worth anything. It took her another minute or two, but she did eventually pluck up the penny and held it in between the long slender fingers ending her hands. She tucked the penny into one of the many pockets in her shirt and swung her legs around to rest them in the water. Her shoes resided beside her, and her legs were coated in a pair of jeans she was sure were going to get sticky and tight on her limbs. But what did she care? It was a nice sensation to be able to just sit here.
She did, however, find her fingers slowly diving deeper into the water, almost as if she had no control over them. Her eyes slid closed as she embraced the cool wetness of the water around her hand as it slid lower and lower into the water. Her eyes, lit up by the light bouncing off of the calm liquid, only opened when the tips of her fingers grazed against the course flesh of a coin. She didn't want to take it, but she couldn't just leave it there. She watched it for several long moments, feeling sticky and glued in those moments as her fingers continued to caress the skin of the penny. It wasn't even worth anything. It took her another minute or two, but she did eventually pluck up the penny and held it in between the long slender fingers ending her hands. She tucked the penny into one of the many pockets in her shirt and swung her legs around to rest them in the water. Her shoes resided beside her, and her legs were coated in a pair of jeans she was sure were going to get sticky and tight on her limbs. But what did she care? It was a nice sensation to be able to just sit here.
