williamsuckett
I have no idea how to execute a short story involving this word in just 60 seconds.
An arch can be beautiful. Holding flowers and ribbons above a wedding. Covering a winding path with dangling lavender. It can also be sad, holding a banner at a prom you dont have a date to. Or a name of someone who's funeral you didn't think you would be able to attend without crying, and you did cry.
His back created a perfect arch as I ran my fingertips down his torso. He was beautiful, I wanted to kiss every inch of him, drink him in like a fine wine. No one had ever loved anyone as much as I loved him right now.