. Her eyes had closed instinctively, at the touch of his lips upon hers. Pressed against his chest, she felt as a teenager enjoying her first kiss in the parking lot of the local mall. She wanted throw her arms around his waist to hug him, but thought he might take it the wrong way.…… Continue reading Dangerous… Part 3
. The soft fullmoon’s glow highlighted his greying hair. How many time had she imagined running her delicate fingers through it? How many times had she thought about telling him? Now standing together in the darkness, her feelings were a pure paradox. She just couldn’t tell what she wanted… Else than for him to break…… Continue reading Dangerous… Part 2
. The song’s last notes died in the air, calling for a little break from the dance floor. She wasn’t a great dancer, far from it. But a few drinks and a couple of encouraging cheers from the other girls had been enough to shush that little voice in her head. This constant inner whisper,…… Continue reading Dangerous…
. When she stepped into the bar, she suddenly understood why the doorman had insisted on checking her ID. At first, she had found it quite flattering, considering that she was well beyond her twenty first birthday. But looking at the crowd already waiting inside, she remembered that she wasn’t exactly part of the target…… Continue reading Comeback… – FFFC
I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date the year before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I decided to participate… So…… Continue reading Lady in red… 2 (September 4th FFF)
It’s a hell of a ride, kid… Let me tell you that! The old man hit the wooden counter with his empty glass, making his intentions clear. The place wasn’t what you’d call fancy, but it had a soul, and the beer was cheap. Not the kind of bar where the hip hung out,…… Continue reading Lucky… (Jack, the barfly)
She looked at the barman, as he brought the bottle to her and poured her a glass. – Excellent choice Madam, if I may say. “Oh, you may”, she thought, but she just slightly nodded. She watched the dark red liquid filling the elegant glass, and picked it up the counter. She was giving…… Continue reading Pinot Noir…
Previously; https://cyranny.wordpress.com/2016/09/01/lady-in-red/ Standing outside the bar, he considered his options… He could text message back, and either join her or flee back home. He could just push the door and go meet her. Or he could simply ignore the message and walk back to his house, open a beer and go about his life as…… Continue reading Lady in red… (2)
The Elvis song… It could have been playing, or not. – Remember that time you threw yourself at me, screaming that I was being cruel to you? I do… But to my defense, I was not sober. Not that it excuses harsh words being spoken, but sometimes, it makes things feel more intense… You had…… Continue reading Don’t be cruel…
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