[Fiction] Friday Challenge for August, 1 2008:
Write about a leopard print dress.
I can hardly breathe. I feel like a kid before Christmas. I can almost taste it, it is right here.
Tomorrow morning, bright and early, I will wake up, and it will be the day, the day he comes home.
She giggles like a schoolgirl. I am mesmerised.
Gosh, I can’t even remember when last I have seen him. No, wait, I lie. I remember exactly the last time I saw him. Delicious thing he was.
Oh god, she’s biting her lip.
Just thinking about it I can feel the brush of his lips on my cheeks, his hands hovering just above my skin.
I will slip on that little number he loved so much. Just thinking about the fabric on my skin sends shivers down my spine.
I shiver with her. I can see the yellow and black fabric against her mocha skin.
I wonder if he’s changed. No, I mean, really. Doesn’t something like that change a man? God, she says, would he even be human if he hasn’t changed?
I nod. Captive audience.
Oh god, she giggles again. It is delightful. I am so sorry, here I am, rambling on and on. Your boyfriend is waiting for you over there, isn’t he?
This always happens. Bastard. I giggle nervously, and agree. I kick myself as I walk away.