Barrow Fields once there was a queen named gioma

ingram wasn't aware of rosalyn's thought process, but he did catch how as soon as he thought he had reeled her in, she was slipping away. aw. not one to be easily dampened -- at least not by an acquaintance -- ingram followed her a few steps but slowed as he caught the mesmerizing cant of her hips.

well, if she was going to walk away from him, and do that.... he wasn't exactly going to argue.

he wanted to say something clever, something to catch her attention and to be remembered by -- and maybe, something that would stick in her mind like a thorn so that at some later date she would seek him out and ask him what the fuck does that mean?

but... he wasn't as clever as he wanted, and besides, those hips were very distracting. any sort of cognitive enterprise was halted immediately by the gentle sway of her pelvis. oh, shit -- it was a good thing she couldn't see him. "bye rosalyn!" he called over the wind at length, though at this point she was quite far away.