
Olivia’s heels clicked mercilessly against the pavement. The rain tip-toed across her umbrella trying to get out of her way, her fingers gripping the handle in a velvet vice. Inside the doeskin gloves, they still tingled from the slap she had laid across Gerald’s surprised cheek. She could still hear his pleading tones “..but Olivia!...”
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Very nice! A walk to cool a fit of rage!
ReplyDeletegreat take on the pic :)
ReplyDeletevelvet vice..... way beyond creatively-nice....
ReplyDeleteyeah, sounds like gerald's a but-head.....
exceptional 55 expression....
*smiles* using all the senses..I like that.
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ReplyDeletethanks for the read :)
ReplyDelete.... A but-head! :)) You are funny! That had me giggling half the morning.
ReplyDeletethanks so much..I'd comment on yours if I could read it :)
ReplyDeleteYou can't read it?...hang on a sec..
ReplyDeleteshould be able to...but, I dunno..it ain't much..just my scribbles. :)
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