Wasn’t the first time I’d seen him. Though tonight, as was each night, the sight of him across the crowded room left me breathless. He moved from clique to clique, his smile never wavering, his full lips seemingly fuller with each sip from his champagne.
I mimicked him, sipping my own, admiring his broad knuckled hand spread wide but gently at the small of each lucky lady’s back. Growing weary with each pass, each movement, I wondered what it would be like to be one of those ladies, to feel that touch, to see that pleasantry aimed my way.
He looked to me and he smiled.
November 6th, 2009 at 10:06 am
[Blog] Friday Flash Fiction – He Smiled: Wasn't the first time I'd seen him. Though tonight, as was each night, the… http://ping.fm/86wLI
November 6th, 2009 at 1:20 pm
Great flasher Bryl! I cheated and put a snippet from an upcoming book today. Next week I’ll get more creative. *G* Have a great weekend, Jenna
November 6th, 2009 at 4:40 pm
Bryl,
Yup, Jenna and I must have been on the same page today. Fraid my entry this week is a bit of an upcoming book…but it’s good… LOL
Nice flasher!! I so love a short hot read.
Hugs