She sat on the curved top of the yellow fire hydrant.

The streetlamp light illuminating her in a soft white glow.

Her burgundy curls shine black in the halo.

She smiles.

Inches from her face is a virgin kiss.

The other girl stands, fingers touching the tips of her own.

The flirtation of winter tickles their skin;

cool air and early sunsets.

By Catori Sarmiento

From: United States

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