“Darling, don’t be
tiresome. I warned you I had a frenetic schedule. The viewing could go late. Don’t
wait up. Ciao!”
She’d teetered out
on vertiginous stilettos, in a red skirt more suitable as a belt.
Her vindictive
little barbs drew blood even after all this time.
By now, I knew,
she would be simpering at her prospective victim, standing just slightly too
close. At some point she would stumble, grab a steadying arm and, with doe
eyes, whisper a breathy remark about how strong he was.
Maintaining the
hold into the boudoir, as she would suggestively call it, she might even need
closer attention if she cut herself on that otherwise invisible thumbtack. She
may even suggest a steadying drink. She would find a way. An inveterate flirt,
she had a vast repertoire at her disposal.
I knew all her
tricks; after all, I married her.
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@nickjohns999
Really enjoyed this, can just see her strutting her stuff :)
ReplyDeleteWonderful read!! Love his tone!! Terrific take on the prompts! ;)
ReplyDeleteThanks for taking the trouble to comment Guys! My first time on MM. It is not normally accessible due to work hours and time zone issues. Maybe I'll manage a bit of a spurt during the holidays.
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