A picture says a
thousand words. Write them.
Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a
metaphor, a commentary, or a critique about this picture. Write something about
this picture.
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She lay on the bed; the sheets
held up around her chest and watched him bustle around in the tiny kitchen.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
He turned to look at her. “You’re
awake.” He waved the kettle at her. “I’m making coffee.” He filled the kettle
at the tap. “You do drink coffee?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Just as well.”
“Pfft. That sounded like a
threat.”
He flashed a grin over his bare
shoulder. “Oh, it was. Not drinking coffee is a deal breaker.”
She chuckled. Watching the lean
muscles on his back bunch as he lifted the now full and much heavier kettle to
the stove, she had a flashback of the previous night. Her hands gripping at
those muscles as he moved above her. Her nails sunk into his flesh. She had
left marks on him, she was sure. Not that she normally behaved like that. Not
that she normally picked up guys in the street. Nor did she normally stay. She
was used to sliding out, getting dressed while they slept, and running.
This one seemed to be different.
But his back was bare and
obviously unmarked. She didn’t think about it before she spoke, “I scratched
you,” she said.
“Nah.” He had moved on to making
toast.
“I did.”
He didn’t look at her, now. “I
can’t be sure... I was enjoying myself too much, but I don’t think you did.” He
searched in the fridge for spreads.
Frowning, she tried to think.
“You can have another try, if you
like.” A wicked grin accompanied that suggestion and a wave of the strawberry
jam jar.
“After breakfast,” she said.
“Sweet.”
She didn’t normally stay for
seconds, either. This guy was very different.
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© AM Gray 2014
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