Wednesday, 9 September 2009

The Stranger at the Café

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My eyes trailed up her legs at the cafe. She wore see-through tights. As my gaze travelled  upwards I saw she was watching me watch her. She smirked. I bet she thought I thought her pretty.

 I bet she'd never have guessed I'd been imagining strangling her with her hosiery.
 

50-word story by Lisa Falzon
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