Short Story
Her stare was piercing. Her lips were plump. Her bosom was curvaceous. Her hips were generous as her red, knee-length silk dress hugged her body. Her posterior was in full bloom, and played a tantalizing rhythm with her every step. She looked to be about 5ft. 8.The red stilettos were the epitome of sensuality. They evoked that lust in a man as her matching colored toenail polish winked at you. Her fingernails were the perfect manicure. with that glitter that sparkled and twinkled, and, flamed, and bordered on vanity.
He sat alone at a table in the coffee shop as she looked around for a place to sit. His beckoning smile attracted her. She asked if it was cool with him for her to join him. He quickly consented . She ordered a cappuccino. Her right hand stretched across the table to him. She said her name was Abbey. He said his was Jim. The chatted for about 45 minutes, she said she was 28, and he replied 30. They exchanged phone numbers, and went their separate ways.
As soon as he got into his car, he called his buddy to share the great news about meeting someone special. His friend listened for about 30 minutes and then interrupted him with the question, "What about who she is inside?" There was silence on both ends. His friend broke the silence by telling his bewitched buddy that all he described to him were the external persona that she displayed. He further questioned whether those qualities were the most important things for him. "Are you just about a short term fling or more about building a partnership with substance?', the question continued. He remained silent. "I'm sorry to disappoint you buddy, did you ever think that it's her past trauma that she is disguising in those external displays?" "Maybe she hasn't healed from them." "I'll call you back later," responded the smitten lover.
When she got home, she also called her best friend to report her find. "He's a gem of a man. He knows what he wants. He's so cute. Oh, I wish more men were like him." Her friend listened for a while and promised to call her back. She was angry and thought her friend was jealous. She promised never to speak to her again. She tossed her phone on the bed.
She picked up her phone again and called her new friend. She waited for 15 minutes but he never answered. She consoled herself that he was probably in the bath or something. She was certain that when he saw her number he would immediately respond. He never did. She fumed. She kicked the wall. She broke down and cried.
© Wallace Paul June 2024.
Her stare was piercing. Her lips were plump. Her bosom was curvaceous. Her hips were generous as her red, knee-length silk dress hugged her body. Her posterior was in full bloom, and played a tantalizing rhythm with her every step. She looked to be about 5ft. 8.The red stilettos were the epitome of sensuality. They evoked that lust in a man as her matching colored toenail polish winked at you. Her fingernails were the perfect manicure. with that glitter that sparkled and twinkled, and, flamed, and bordered on vanity.
He sat alone at a table in the coffee shop as she looked around for a place to sit. His beckoning smile attracted her. She asked if it was cool with him for her to join him. He quickly consented . She ordered a cappuccino. Her right hand stretched across the table to him. She said her name was Abbey. He said his was Jim. The chatted for about 45 minutes, she said she was 28, and he replied 30. They exchanged phone numbers, and went their separate ways.
As soon as he got into his car, he called his buddy to share the great news about meeting someone special. His friend listened for about 30 minutes and then interrupted him with the question, "What about who she is inside?" There was silence on both ends. His friend broke the silence by telling his bewitched buddy that all he described to him were the external persona that she displayed. He further questioned whether those qualities were the most important things for him. "Are you just about a short term fling or more about building a partnership with substance?', the question continued. He remained silent. "I'm sorry to disappoint you buddy, did you ever think that it's her past trauma that she is disguising in those external displays?" "Maybe she hasn't healed from them." "I'll call you back later," responded the smitten lover.
When she got home, she also called her best friend to report her find. "He's a gem of a man. He knows what he wants. He's so cute. Oh, I wish more men were like him." Her friend listened for a while and promised to call her back. She was angry and thought her friend was jealous. She promised never to speak to her again. She tossed her phone on the bed.
She picked up her phone again and called her new friend. She waited for 15 minutes but he never answered. She consoled herself that he was probably in the bath or something. She was certain that when he saw her number he would immediately respond. He never did. She fumed. She kicked the wall. She broke down and cried.
© Wallace Paul June 2024.
