By Lesley Mace
Tyler watched the women at his bar. Especially the older ones, who would often speak to him as he fixed their drinks, laughing and flirting a little.
A hotel bar wasn’t the place for regulars and he never got to know anyone well.
Weren’t most women the same though? Under their clothing? In their private, secret places. The thought excited him. Always.
He saw red and pink lipsticked mouths sipping, tongues sliding against glass, throats working, as the women drank.
He dreamed about ring-decorated, well-manicured hands, and how diamonds would glitter as the fingers moved against skin—his skin.
He waited.
Such strength in your words. Marvellous and chilling.
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It has the feel of a compelling first chapter in murder mystery novel. Loved it.
Exactly!
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Amazes me that in just a few words, a strong character appears, and s great read happens!
Thank you, Gena,
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Thank you, Gena,
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