Red Blooded Woman
It's just a date...
The conversation is perfect. The bubbles in the Prosecco feel so tickly. They are intoxicating: the conversation, the bubbles and the eyes you're looking into. The flowers on the table are so heady. The candle burns and flutters like the butterflies you have in your...
They must be as keen as you are now.
Then, your nerves give way to clumsiness. You spill your drink. The candle tips over and a rose catches fire. Your date extinguishes it quickly and you look at each other, both feeling hot.
Is this a bad omen, or a good one?
About the Creator
Lacey Dearie
Indie author 📚 Blogger 💻 Humanities student 👩🏻🎓 Editor of the 27th best blog in Scotland apparently 🏆 Unapologetic daydreamer 😑 Natural introvert/selective extrovert 💃🏻 Member of the Cat Writers Association 🐈⬛
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Nice story