PROMPTuesday: Exercise #6
Ten minutes, no more than 250 words. Write in the voice of someone else. This much I got right. The rest…well, failed again. This is what I got.
I exhaled and a cloud of white smoke blew from my mouth into her face. A few curls wound backwards and I inhaled them through my nostrils, tasting the cigar at the back of my throat. Exhaling again, I turned my head to the side and spit once toward my boot. I looked up at her again, tipped my hat back with work-weathered fingers still wound tight around my Swisher Sweet, lowered my arm back down by my side. I squinted my eyes as I glared because I wanted her to know that I was very serious this time. Very serious. I took a step closer so I could taste her breathing. I smelled her drug-store perfume and the faint wisp of sweat borne of a day bent over a hot grill. Her heavy eyelids drooped, she couldn’t help it, and I could tell she wanted this as much as I did. She put her delicate hand on the brass belt buckle my daddy gave me, just sorta rested it there. She didn’t pull me to her but she didn’t push me away neither and her heart was beating faster, I could tell. I could tell, I could practically feel it there on my belt buckle, her heart. That hand. I stepped so close that my thigh pressed up against her apron. She didn’t move, just pressed right back up against me.
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