I wrote today!

A whopping 280 words but LOOK! I wrote!

“Hello, Marion.”

Her heart tumbled in her chest at the sound of his voice and she looked up from her magazine to confirm her suspicions. There he stood in front of her table at the Bonjour! Café, looking at her with a small grin, his hands shoved deep into his jean pockets, and the sun at his back. There he was – the average man with the average looks and the average size penis that did above-average things to her. She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry.

“Hello, Jack,” she finally managed around the cotton on her tongue.

Marion had to admit, he looked damn fine. His dark brown hair ruffled in the breeze and his eyes still had the ability to draw her in – those beautiful chestnut eyes she could get lost in. He wore a white linen shirt, open at the collar to hint at the muscular chest covered in a sprinkling of hair she knew was beneath.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked, reaching for the metal chair before she could say no. It scraped along the concrete as he pulled it out and then sat across from her.

Marion reached for the sweating water glass and took a swig. She put aside her magazine she had been reading, crossed her legs, and took a deep breath. She wasn’t sure what she was waiting for but it had to be something big for Jack to find her at the sidewalk café – their sidewalk café – on this sunny Saturday morning. Right in the middle of her brunch. Her heart rumbled an upbeat tempo in her chest and her palms suddenly felt quite sweaty.

Yes. This had to be big.

© Michelle Miles, 2006