Red Toe Nail

She was to be the one we'd made grand plans, she'd get her teaching degree mine would be in biology... then we'd marry. She'd take me to her beloved Wales to visit her precious birthland romp in the shadows of red dragon wings and castles where her clan engaged in battle. We'd waltz along the salted hills into the emerald heart of her beloved wales to the very home she grew up in.. then live happily ever after. but I went off to temptation school, (time and distance have a way of crumbling relations creeping up the dark side of imagination). On spring break i went home to visit my love forgetting about my painted toenail (the victim of a pretty tart, a few drinks and a dare). My Welsh love took one look at the bright red toe and suddenly her trust in me had a little less glow.. though I assured her the paint job was purely platonic that toe was the beginning of our relationship rotting. Strange how our lives pivoted violently on a drunken dare and a red toe nail that cost me the love of my life, the Atlantic ocean and a welsh castle. 7/5/20