Fashion – a story in 100 words

    She laid her clothes upon the bed, slid into her bikini, sauntered down the hall and headed out the door for the warmth of the sand as she headed for the Pacific.

    Jean Paul awoke from his dreams and felt a powerful thirst. He thought of the orange juice in the fridge and sprung to his feet toward the kitchen. Sharon wasn’t around; yet he could smell her fragrance as he looked both ways and drank right from the bottle. He followed the scent drifting from the room he wished to enter and the garments he longed to explore.

    ©Kay Salady

About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on January 9, 2012, in poetry and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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