Friday, July 25, 2014
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
WonHundred Word Wednesday: The Trap
THE PINK GLOVE LAY ON THE GROUND, ALMOST COVERED by mud. But
Darwin saw where she had dropped it and the sly glance over her shoulder as she
crossed the road, tugging her skirts to avoid the muck. She had meant for him to
see — as close to an invitation as he would get.
Darwin didn’t
wait to be told twice. He bounded into the busy street, narrowly missing the
dairy wagon. He scooped up the glove and shook it, spattering mud all over his
clean shirt.
“Miss!”
She looked
at him through dewy lashes.
“I believe
you dropped this.”
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