It wasn't the smell of unfamiliar perfume that did it. It was the dark, rusty red lipstick that stained the collar of his shirt that made her freeze like a broken down robot, the offensive collar stretched out in front of her by trembling hands. She wasn't sure what to do next, so she just stood there staring at it.
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Sorry, this was all I could do before leaving for the weekend and I figured I might as well post it since its still Saturday somewhere in the world.
Oh dear, now you owe us a Part 2! ^.^
ReplyDeleteSorry Sharon! I will try!
DeleteI hope your M post will finish the story. :)
ReplyDeleteTaMara
Tales of a Pee Dee Mama
Sorry to disappoint you, TaMara.
DeleteI'll try to get back to it.
It's a good start. I want to see where it goes. :)
ReplyDeleteSo do I... I think I lost the thread.
DeleteHi, I am your newest follower from the A to Z, challenge. I am number 528 on the sign up list. Interesting and steamy excerpt from your story. I think I will have to start from the beginning, to understand where you are in the story.
ReplyDeleteHi Melissa.
DeleteThanks for stopping by :)
It doesn't matter where you start, because each piece is a stand alone flash!
Just sad I didn't have time to complete this one :(
Loved this lipstick story!
ReplyDeleteThanks Susan :)
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