She was an old soul tossed through a cacophony of shallow voices. A vintage heart lost in the blur of transient faces.
I wish the word count was a bit more for this one. Vintage is such a beautiful word; it’s like popping open a champagne bottle and ideas just froth and bubble in eager spills from the top.
Thanks Sammi for another great word! If you attempted the challenge, share your story with me. I hope everyone’s having a happy weekend. 🌸