FOREWORD: I submitted this piece to a submission call, but it got rejected, so here it is. My blog needed updates anyway.
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Sol was poring over the building plans when the front door flung open. He traced his fingers along floor 48.
“Babe, close the door,” Sol said. “The smog’s getting in.” When no reply came, he looked up to find a tear-stricken Jenn.
“What’s wrong?”
“They did it,” she said between sobs. “They s-stuck me like a pig.”
“What?”
Laura looked at her watch as her heels clacked on the pavement. She nearly twisted her ankle twice trying to pace wider than she was used to, striding with a jogger’s gait more than a businesswoman’s. She looked at her watch again, almost willing it to turn back.
Shit shit shit.
This is the first time ever I’ve ever posted a first draft. Happy Valentine’s.
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She was walking down the path with her head down. In a place like this, time was insubstantial, physical boundaries were a dream, and all that mattered was the presence of another person sharing your space.
He saw her from afar, noticing her light brown hair that he always liked on a woman. He walked up to her from behind and spoke to her with wavered confidence.
“Hi … ” His eyes were beaded with awe of her presence, his dilated pupils betrayed his feigned casualness. “What’s a girl like you doing here?”
“Nothing.”
She looked at him and smiled.
“Wanna walk with me?” he said.
“Sure.”
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