Tact

I had on my metallic mail glove. I did it with a sure determination. I knew that my enemy, the dragoon, would try to be implacable. In despite of this, I was not afraid of him and  I defeated with the same toughness of my glove’s material. Then, I wore my glove off and with the  softness of my fingers tact and with plenty of fineness, I caressed the petals of the rose while, at the same time, I was staring firmly and intently to the princess.

PSEUDÒNIM: Susana Noguera

 

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