Rush of endorphins
I would like to dedicate this poem to the Melodic Caring Project.
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As she descended the staircase, she gave the man in the fedora a flirtatious glance. The man tipped his hat in her direction with a sly grin. He downed the last sip of his Bronx and donned his leather gloves.
She asked the host to dance with nothing more than a bat of her lashes and a doe-eyed look.
The man in the fedora ransacked the master bedroom with all of the caution of a master thief.
He could imagine the headlines when the press caught wind of the biggest caper of the century; 'With nothing more than a glance shared between strangers, the valuables and the suspects vanished.' Read more
I spent most of my childhood reading science fiction books from Star Trek and Star Wars to Isaac Asimov and C.S. Lewis. I have a special fondness for 1930's pulp science fiction when the only limit was your imagination.Read more
Today's prompt is to name one thing from my WIP Rise Of The Shadow Lord for each of the five senses.
Sight: Paper lanterns floating in the sky during the Twin Moon Festival.
Touch: A handful of sand...Read more