Desiree Smith
Stories (2/0)
When Woman Meets Man
I walked through the fence to join him in the backyard. The sun was beginning to set and the closer I got to him, the better the fire he was tending to felt. As I approached he grabbed a tshirt from the Mustang and put it on. After he put it on he looked down at me and said, “hey you.” He opened his arms to embrace me in a hug.
By Desiree Smith3 years ago in Humans
When Woman Meets Man
I realized my gum was no longer in my mouth as he led me by the hand into the house. We entered in through the back door which led to a vestibule with a small half bathroom, that then led to a large ranch style, eat-in kitchen. There was no table. The kitchen led to the living room. There was a huge tv and a large brown suede leather sectional, glass coffee table and end tables which each had burgundy and gold lamps. The pictures on the walls were all of African art using colors that matched the furniture. There were no curtains, instead there were black, blackout blinds. The hardwood floor had no carpet to center everything, if it had I would have instantly believed that a woman had decorated the place because it was so put together.
By Desiree Smith3 years ago in Humans