The following was supposed to be my entry in last weekend’s challenge. I got de-railed and now that I’ve come back to this I don’t know how to finish it. I think it was a good start to something, though. Anyone want to have a go at it? Maybe we can tag-team a story out of it? Could be fun. Thanks.
“It’s a little up in the air right now,” she said, with a hint of Mona Lisa smile.
He gave her a puzzled look, but said nothing. He was trying to be cool, didn’t want to lose it. She wasn’t making it easy.
With deliberate slowness she extended her hand — fine-boned, with long, tapered fingers ending in perfectly rounded, pale pink-polished nails — turned it palm up and held it out before him. She tilted her head as she did this and he had the feeling that he was somehow being reprimanded, though to this point he had behaved with nothing but the utmost calm and courtesy.
Pseu said,
January 22, 2011 at 10:20 am
“You have to cross my palm with silver,” she said, “if you want the whole works… “
klrs09 said,
January 23, 2011 at 8:42 am
I’m intrigued. . .
Cindy said,
January 22, 2011 at 9:40 pm
Tantalising, I want to read more 🙂
klrs09 said,
January 23, 2011 at 8:42 am
care to add anything to what I’ve started?