From Velvet Verbosity comes the 100 Word Challenge each week. A one word prompt, a few loose rules and a wonderful writing exercise. This week I created a piece of fiction that probably could be found in be a very poor romance novel, but yet a scene that is played out in various forms in real life or so I imagine.
“My place or yours for coffee?” he asks as he gently placed his hand in the small of her back to guide her out of the noisy restaurant.
A million thoughts race through her mind, tumbling over each other, and making no sense at all. Did I clean the kitchen, pick up the bathroom? I wonder if his closets are cluttered or ultra neat like him. Do I even have coffee! What if he doesn’t like the décor of my place? If we go to his place I can leave when I want, but what if he doesn’t ask me to stay. Did I….
“My place or yours?” he repeats closer to her ear this time sending her heart racing with his heavenly musky scent.
“I know a quiet little all-night diner over on twenty-third,” she smiles. “They serve great coffee.”
“Chicken,” she thinks.
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4 comments:
Ha! She's not a chicken...she's a smart cookie. In fact, I hope she ordered cookies and milk.
Oh, and I love your description of the challenge...loose rules. :)
hmmm. Coffee? maybe not but she did make a good choice. You on the other hand you made a great little plot line. Well done Ms. Patsy!
You mean it was never me? All those times I got turned down, it was them? Because they were chicken?
Fine time to tell me.
Not chicken at all. I say she's quite clever on her feet.
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