Entering the narthex, she easily found him sitting in his usual place in the sanctuary. She would know that thick black hair anywhere. Just long enough to curl at the top of his collar, the temptation to reach out and touch it was sometimes unbearable.
She saw him in profile, talking and laughing with the people near him. Walking quickly, but trying to look unhurried, she slipped quietly into the seat beside him, their hands brushing.
Turning from his pew neighbor, his smile was only for her. Returning his silent greeting, she was startled by how forward she was behaving.
The 100 Word Challenge, a writing prompt created by Velvet Verbosity, takes a single theme to tell a story in only 100 words ~ no more, no less. This week’s theme is ‘Forward.’
Thin spiral notebook 
Is it hot in here? Tara, you’ve outdone yourself, again.
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LOVE this entry. Beautiful description: “She would know that thick black hair anywhere. Just long enough to curl at the top of his collar, the temptation to reach out and touch it was sometimes unbearable.” Awesome work.
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Aw! It’s such a sweet vision. I love the visual art and the virtual image you paint for us to fill in what’s missing. Here is a church, here is a steeple, open the doors of your imagination (helped by Tara R) and there are the people!
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Ah, the wonderful rush of temptation. A very deft touch here – very nicely done!
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