The Fulge
The “Fulge”, ————————————————– Her knee-high translucent skirt was oscillating at the cadence of her purposely slow pace set by the sharp sounds of her high heels. The sweet movements of her model like hips, up and down the popular Madrid street was generating the desired effect on the now transfixed set of on-lookers. Helena’s long wavy hair were almost indistinguishable from the tight, black, interweaved top that was meant to show more of her beautiful olive-tan skin, clear indication of her Mediterranean origins with a hint of distant Moroccan antecedence. Everything about this Spanish beauty’s appearance spoke of her well crafted, sophisticated ways only brought possible by her extensive wealth. Yet, all the wealth in the world could not bring back the long gone passion and love for her husband. Manuel had gradually started to …