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.
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! ^.^ReplyDelete
Sorry Sharon! I will try!Delete
I hope your M post will finish the story. :)ReplyDelete
Tales of a Pee Dee Mama
Sorry to disappoint you, TaMara.Delete
I'll try to get back to it.
It's a good start. I want to see where it goes. :)ReplyDelete
So do I... I think I lost the thread.Delete
Hi, 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.ReplyDelete
Thanks 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!ReplyDelete
Thanks Susan :)Delete