He surreptitiously followed her as she tottered out of the bar into the dark. The cheap booze and clunky heels made her bodycheck a couple of buildings before stumbling left onto East 48th Street
He mustn’t lose this one. She’d be SO enjoyable! As he quickly sidled toward the corner, he could hear/feel a vibration – a deep hum. A bright, blue-white light bathed the intersection.
When both had died away, he cautiously poked his head around the corner, to see only an empty street – no, there, in the gutter. Now where had that drunk bitch gone with only one shoe?
Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.
I extend a wish for a happy and joyous Thanksgiving to all my American readers. Enjoy, but watch out for DUIs and too much turkey. After the fuss raised about Starbucks’ ‘War On Christmas’, which is really Commercial, not Christian, I was pleased to see last evening, TV ads for three large store chains who are staying closed for Thanksgiving day.