He shocks her with this, she isn't quite prepared when he says this, and it brings her down to earth a bit. "Oh."
Unfortunate misspelling, but I'll just pretend 'Satin' is Satan's sister...ohh, yeaah, Satin!
She nodded and held back the tears untill they unconditionally feel down her fragile face. "Sorry..." He tried but she didn't listen and walked down the old, gravel road.
Some good ideas for posture and gestures in your writing.
If you cannot be a poet, be the poem.
If you cannot be a poet, be the poem. : Photo
We tiptoe through the night...