She was bubbling inside, from excitement or anxiety, she could’t tell, but she could’t contain herself. Every time he reached out she felt a tingle creep up her spine. Waiting for him to make up his mind was…


Nevertheless, she was a teapot and he her cozy.

Sammie Scribbles Weekend Writing Prompt

Use the word “vintage” and write a piece of poetry or prose in exactly 48 words.

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