If music be the food of love play on. – William Shakespeare. It’s the first time we have a line from a song as a prompt.

First thing first, simple rules:

• • Write a story, complete in itself.
  • Check spelling, grammar, and punctuation.
  • Copy and paste your Story URL to the inLinkz list.
  • The story should be up to 250 words.
  • Add this line < #TellTaleThursday with Anshu & Priya > at the end of the post.
  • Read, comment and share – spread the love.

Use this line “We’ll both forget the breeze Most of the time”– from the song Blower’s Daugther by Damien Rice. Have fun!

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The Perfect Picture

The breeze blew and her hair cascaded over her face. Arya flicked them back with her pencil like fingers.
“Why don’t you tie up your hair?” Kabir asked.
Without looking up from her book, she nonchalantly replied, “I like the wind in my hair.”
He clicked a picture to capture the moment.
“What are you doing?” She threw a cushion at him.

“What? I am taking a picture of my wife, on our honeymoon. So what if she is more interested in her book than in me or nature? ” with that he brought the camera closer to her face.

“Stop it.” She hid her face behind the book, but her eyes peered behind it.
“That’s perfect”. Finding the moment irresistible, he clicked once more.
“Why do you keep doing it?” She asked.

“Because I love that face and those eyes.” He added, as took her fingers between his.

“Because one day we’ll both forget the breeze.. well…most of the time.” He said matter of factly.

The breeze blew stronger and her hair partially covered her face. He took one more pic, as she put the book away and soaked the breeze in.