Red, red wine

He held his wine glass up to the light, watching thick rivulets of crimson slide down the side of the goblet. “Perfect legs.” It came out a raspy breath, something to murmur in a lover’s ear. I felt like a voyeur watching him twisting and turning his glass, the wine coating the inside of the … Continue reading Red, red wine

Fire ‘er up

Seymour bent over the passenger-side fender digging in the engine bay looking for anything out of kilter. He leaned back, hands on his hips, to holler into the open car window. “Fire ‘er up!” Seymour waved his grease rag over his head to signal ignition Cecil, hugging the steering wheel with one arm turned the … Continue reading Fire ‘er up