“Well – what?” He replied sitting there like a bird on the wire.
I blinked. He sipped his coffee.
“Goddam!,” I exploded, “What about us?”
He nestled the cup in its saucer then looked straight at me.
“That’s up to you.”
Me? Goddam, what was he talking about? I ground my elbows into the table and massaged my temples. He effortlessly leaned over and gently swept the hair from my face. He let his fingers caress my cheek, settle on my chin and then gently recede.
Electrified, I lost myself in the pitch black of his eyes.
word count: 97
Written in response to Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who challenges us to think outside the box and write a story of 100 WORDS OR LESS from the given photo prompt. This week’s photo prompt provided by Roger Bultot. Thanks Roger.