June 6, 2008

His eyes, their irises spun silver, caught her attention first.

“Look at me,” she murmured under her breath, her heart already swallowed as if she had dangled it before him on a hook.

His palm turned up, he approached her, his wet shoes squeaking a bit. There was a moment when she thought he might ask her to dance. There was a moment when she thought he wanted her to slip her palm on top of his so he could wrap his fingers around her hand.


  1. I love the image of the heart swallowed as if dangling on a hook.

  2. Thanks, writer reading — I appreciate your stopping by and sharing your thoughts.

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