He was young and handsome. Black hair that needed cutting, amber eyes that glanced my way.
Dressed in denims: faded jeans, jacket over bare chest. His sandals looked expensive, scuffed now from years of wear. Something about the set of his jaw, the line of his full lips, the rough way he handled the rake in the autumn leaves, bespoke a childhood hurt, deeper than disappointment, lingering still. I could see he needed cherishing, and secretly he was just my type. Or would have been, twenty-nine years ago.
December’s upper limit was 100 words. This flash comes in at 88. The word was type. RLB got in for the last week of the winter edition. Look around at some of your favorite blogs, which will be posting their final flashes this week.
If you are playing along for Flash in the Pan, or would like to join for the first time, visit the Flash in the Pan page to learn how to be a part of the third edition of FTP. The new words for this quarter are going up tomorrow! Deadline for all entries for this edition is 31MAR13. If you have already submitted, please check your links on the FTP page.
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