Flesh

She was a gem, one of a kind. Her hair glistened under the sun rays, a perfect shade of caramel brown. Her smile showed the 32 double rows of perfect, white teeth she possessed. When she spoke, her thin lips would reveal the slightest twitch between the soft-spoken words. Her eyes were the color of the autumn leaves. But what drew them in the most was her skin, resembling ivory against these colorful features. Stretched out along 206 bones, she moved her body with such grace as the cold water swallowed her feet.

“What is your name?”

She made an agile turn. That strange voice sounded familiar.

Feeling forced to respond she said, “they call me Summer.”