Solayun

My steps were light as I made my way to the abandoned house by the sea. That morning I had picked out my best summer dress, the white and pink one that hugged by body in all the right places and always smelt faintly of vanilla. The wide skirt swirled playfully around my knees as my feet carried me down the neglected road riddled with pot holes like lunar craters and cracks like dried up veins towards the equally neglected house. Above me the sky was the most startling shade of azure without a single cloud frolicking in its crystal clear depths. That blue, coupled with the gentle breeze carrying the invigorating scent of the sea, filled me w