Inspiration

This writing short was an assignment where we were to listen to a song in a style we don't normally listen to by an artist we never heard before. I went down to the library and picked out some Jazz and this is the result. I am not completely happy with it as I was trying to capture a moment of tipsiness that is caused by innocent happiness. The song was 'Glass Dolphins' by John Klemmer and definitely worth a listen to!

                "Oh," Abby sighed. "What a lovely evening. Simply lovely." She twirled happily, relishing the swirl of her skirts spiraling around her. She laughed joyfully as she suddenly stopped and threw her arms out wide, eyes shining bright as the evening stars, a face full of hope and promise.  She was beautiful in the way of youth, not yet touched by the sorrows and the wisdom that time can bring.

                The young gentleman smiled as he watched her. Gallantly he offered his arm. "Shall we?"

                She smiled brightly back and accepted stumbling slightly as they strolled through the garden. She was unused to the champagne that she had drank earlier, feeling so grown up and worldly as she did so. The dancing had been sublime, the music inspiring and the young men exciting. Her brown eyes sparkled at her escort as they stopped before a fountain surrounded by violets and pansies carefully planted around the base. In the fullness of the sun, the colors promised to be rich and vibrant.  Yet tonight, with the moonlight shining down the deep blues and purples ruled the garden as the water flowed from the basin of the sweet Grecian maiden and poured into the pool below. She sat gingerly on nearby bench and gazed adoringly at Thomas. He was so handsome and so attentive, she sighed to herself, his eyes the warmest of browns.

                Thomas glance down at her, his eyes catching the stray ringlet of soft brown hair that had escaped during the energetic dancing from the artistically arranged pile of curls. He was fascinated how it looked so enticing along her neckline.  He swallowed nervously and looked down, trying not to think about the pinkness of her lips.

                "Oh I so do not want the evening to end." Abby said wistfully. "But mama will notice me missing soon and wish to head home."

                "We don't want her to worry." Thomas agreed as he once more offered his hand with the intention to return inside. With a small measure of regret she agreed as they left the garden and the brief moment of peaceful freedom for the bright lights of the party.

                "Thank you Thomas. It was a wonderful evening." She told him as she spotted her mother from across the room, cloaks and hats in hand.

                "Yes. It certainly has been a pleasure Miss Abby." He told her. "May I...may I call on you tomorrow?" He asked hopefully.

                Her smile was only answer he needed.