Call me?

Call me?

Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

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Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

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Summary

Every week on Twitter there's a prompt exercise, to write a story in under 500 words. search it out using #whimword and join us. This is mine for this week prompted by the word RING. A new words is picked by the winner each week and you have a week to write. So, til noon GMT on Friday13th to get your RING stories. You enter the contest by tweeting a link to your story along with #whimword

Summary

Every week on Twitter there's a prompt exercise, to write a story in under 500 words. search it out using #whimword and join us. This is mine for this week prompted by the word RING. A new words is picked by the winner each week and you have a week to write. So, til noon GMT on Friday13th to get your RING stories. You enter the contest by tweeting a link to your story along with #whimword

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Submitted: May 07, 2016

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Call me?

 

You got off at your station and that’s all you said. You’d left a piece of paper with your number on it. Blue biro, no name. And there wasn’t time to notice it then. But I think I knew. 

I do.

(Call)

We meet for coffee and it's there. In a wink. As your hand grasps the cup. It glints & shines. It's meant to. Plain gold band that means so much. And I look away. I did, I knew. But seeing it there brings it home. We laugh. We chat. We get on so fucking well. 

And then we say goodbye & say yes, lets do it again.

We do it again. An evening. A pub, a meal, wine. And it's there, like a warning. this isn’t yours. As we decide on a pud one passes for another table, she's not there when it arrives. I wouldn't run over & eat that. Why am I here now with you? But your hand’s on my knee. And it shifts up my leg and then it's hidden. And it's ok. And yes. I want more. The lady eats her desert as your hand goes higher and I imagine her face if she'd seen me licking it. If I'd eaten it. 

And we should stop. Now. Before it goes too far. 

It goes too far. Another meeting. A hotel, overnight. I don't even think about it I'm so very nervous. But. As you're naked under me I see. You've taken it off. And I hate myself for saying this. I'm dying to taste that other woman’s pud.

 

less than 500 words prompted by RING


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