The emotional price put an unbearable strain on her heart. It wore at her like a diet of sandpaper and shale. She tried her best to hide it, brush it off even. But I knew better. One day she'd get that handbag. It was something she just had to do.
￼ She came at me through a smog of cigarette smoke, her hair a sea of pooling ebony, back to the door, sitting cross-legged on a bar stool. Her red dress, crimson like blood, had risen up to expose one virginal white garter — it hinted a subtle lie. She sipped on a bourbon empress […]
￼ There was an undeniable truth to the fact she was a killer. Her eyes spoke of it, smile suggested it, and as for her figure, well… yum. She was everything a spark ignited, everything that made a dark dream dire. Her allure offset her demon. Her magnificence demanded respect. She was a little boy’s […]
“I just wish she’d have looked my way.” “Why?” asked Tommy. “I can’t say.” “Go on.” “No, I can’t,” I said blushing and embarrassing myself even more. I hadn’t seen her full on, but she was wearing a rather revealing blouse. “I aren’t going to tell anyone, I’m your best pal. So what if you’re […]
She flashed one of those come hither looks only girls of a certain allure managed. Without getting out of her chair or even lowering her glass, she'd captured my attention completely. A flash of two green, bejewelled eyes and she thought me hers. Yes, I was enamoured, but never stupid.
Beneath lights that stroked her skin in vermillion, cobalt and liquid gold, she danced. Her hair, black as night, dark as oil, swished from side to side like Medusa's snakes, alive and uncontrollable, the others revellers giving her beauty the room it demanded. When I pierced that room, she moved.
50 Word Stories: The Trembling Lip I recalled her lips as a surging sea starting hundreds of miles out in the deep ocean. The pressure in the room would waver, lift, roll forwards and engulf you like a tsunami slap to the face. If you lingered, tears followed. I didn’t, though I often surfed her […]
Green slits flicked open. She unwound like a cat waiting to purr the fridge door closed, but knowing there cream. I wasn’t good with women, too shy, but suspected her arched back suggested tiredness or desire. So, I did what any feline lover would, poured her a glass of milk.
She smelled like chocolate melting in my hands A rich, luxurious velvet that needed licking from every finger The ripples of her arrival sent shivers through the bar Two men fell off their stools, and the barman swallowed his gum She didn’t order, she didn’t need to As a dozen various hues of brown liquor […]