"Is that blood?" Mia's voice was high and tinny. She was watching Nate with wide eyes. "No?" Nate looked down at his shirt, then carried his gaze further to his hands. "That's not a question you're supposed to answer with another question."Continue Reading
This week’s prompt was: “I like your hair.” He looked her up and down. “Can I have a piece?” He'd been following them for twenty-seven minutes. Amelia had started counting when she saw him walk past them and felt his eyes rove her figure from her chest to her toes and back up to the top of her head. She'd heard him breathing, heavily, as he passed, and heard that breathing stick around.Continue Reading