55 Friday: New Year
Following on from Sepia Mutiny's tradition, one which I must definitely continue in 2006 since it brings me so much joy and a lovely epheremeral (okay, day-long), sense of achievement and fulfilment, here is the theme for this week, basically just about bringing out the old and bringing in the new. Here is my post below:
Her middle finger hovered insistently at his lips, waiting for them to part. His tongue slid over it confidently, surprisingly adept, unnerving her. A vicious jab to his throat. He gagged and her finger slipped out unscathed. She turned and walked out of the year with him in a smouldering rustle of sunset Maheshwari silk.
Her middle finger hovered insistently at his lips, waiting for them to part. His tongue slid over it confidently, surprisingly adept, unnerving her. A vicious jab to his throat. He gagged and her finger slipped out unscathed. She turned and walked out of the year with him in a smouldering rustle of sunset Maheshwari silk.
posted by Princess Joya | 12:23 am
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The Wait.
Smithy and I exchanged worried glances wondering whether everything had gone as planned.
Kasim should have been back at the cottage by then; he was late by 10 minutes. A bead of anxious sweat trickled down her neck into her pink blouse.
The wait continued. "Where the heck was Kasim? I hope he’s not dead."
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