My thighs niggle me with heat, my skin sticking to the leather and refusing to let me shift in the reading chair. The summer sun torments the roof, tired tin creaking and cracking the silence.
My body slouches back and I hoist my thigh over the side of the arm rest, letting one leg dangle free as a delicious hint of cool air creeps up my denim skirt.
Why is he sitting all the way over there? (more…)
Molten lava now fills the void that is my body. I am fire. My insides have liquefied and it’s because of him.
His everything.
Him.
My eyes never leave him as he orders us a drink at the bar. (more…)
My eyes stick on the broad shoulders bent over the sink, the flimsy white t-shirt clinging across the round bulgy bits that show he’s no lank.
His head arches down lost in the soap suds his hands are working. My mind sparks, memories that aren’t supposed to be there taking hold of my attention. My eyes eat it up and the familiarity sweeps up my emotions.
Déjà Vu. (more…)
I know where to look. I know all the tricks; which mirrors reflect where and what can be seen from each.
My eyes blink off to the corporate girl pretending to be unamused with the pamphlet being turned over in her hand.
I don’t get it..?
What is she doing? (more…)