bright & blinding , the late afternoon sun reflects off the poolwater . a lazy beat throbs from the mansion speakers , vibrating in deep grace’s chest . her fingers are caught between the worn pages of a book , pulled deep from her father’s old library , but she hears the footfalls clear as day . craning her head , strands of honey blonde spilling over her shoulder , she catches iris’ eye . ❝ i missed you ! where you been , gorgeous ? ❞ kafka is set aside momentarily , and she shifts in the pool chair , manicured toes touching the ground . perhaps her bathing suit , white & pristine , might have given the illusion of purity , had the devilish grin on her lips not accompanied it . / @ycuralpha
