The way she held her rime-covered glass you would think she was a member of the Bacchae. It wasn’t ham-fisted, but rather reverentially, almost ritually. She lifted it to her face, the icy condensation cooling her flushed skin. Without regard for who was watching, she ran a finger up the side, lifting a drop of water and licking it from her fingertip, as a lover would a tear from her desire’s cheek.
Handing her empty to the bartender, she closed her eyes, perhaps in prayer.
“I’ll have another,” she whispered solemnly. “This time don’t forget the lime.”
*This week we were given a page from the Oxford English Dictionary. The ninety-ninth page, to be exact. From this page, we chose any word, any definition, to use in our post. And instead of the typical 33-333 word limit, we were asked for 99 words exactly.
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Very well done! Love the poetic way you strung the words together.
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This is one I’m going to read several times, just to soak it (no pun intended) all in. Wonderful work Tara!
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I don’t know where to start to highlight the words and phrases I like. I’ll highlight them all. It makes you wonder about her, I like that, what’s going on with her. Nice writing!
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Lots of good stuff here! Loved rime and the whole line about the tear. Love Corona and lime and Hint O’ Lime potato chips, just so ya know! 🙂 Expertly done.
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Ah, wonder what she was drinking to? Great imagery:-)
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Such a lovely image. I can picturize this as an opening scene in a Bond movie.
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Great image! You did a great job of capturing her mood.
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I like rime. The beautiful words described a lonely, haunting scene. I loved the comparison to a lover, too.
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