“You look lost,” she said.
He broke eye contact with his glass to glance at her. The way she pronounced “look” as two subtle syllables echoed in his mind. She turned to look out the picture window at the Baltic. She brushed a pale curl from her pale temple with two pale and graceful fingertips, but it fell back in place.
He returned his attention to the vodka, sipping. It burned gently down his throat, much the same way hot velvet might.
“I am,” he said, more to the glass than to her, “But I’ll find my own way home.”
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Title by: Dimitri
Story by: Kevin Thom
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Kind of a subtle mystery to it. I like it.
25 years in AA and I wanna have some of that ‘hot velvet’. LOL…no I will not, but a tribute to your stroy-telling powers. TKX
Wee copypwrite tip… end of 2nd
graph, I would have said,
“…back in the same place.” (unless that >100).