Challenge 40: Finishing the Pong Fic
But as she pulled the red lipstick out of the light blue fanny pack that was not a purple rucksack, her mind drifted back to the other night. Dana wrapped in a copper-colored kimono, applying the creamy color to her lips, then reaching down to stroke Natalie's hair, and tuck the lily-patterned coverlet around her shoulders. The goodbye kiss, gold lipstick tube laid on the bedside table, and off she drifted to get dressed and leave. And Natalie, snuggling down in a reverie, with a wisp of Dana's freesia-scented perfume lingering on the pillow.
The clatter of a glass brought her back to the present, Jeremy gazing, slightly puzzled, across the table. Under one hand, the folded note; in the other, the metal tube. She blinked her eyes, slid the note back and crumpled it into the fanny pack, uncapped the lipstick, and smoothed it over her mouth in slow strokes.
The clatter of a glass brought her back to the present, Jeremy gazing, slightly puzzled, across the table. Under one hand, the folded note; in the other, the metal tube. She blinked her eyes, slid the note back and crumpled it into the fanny pack, uncapped the lipstick, and smoothed it over her mouth in slow strokes.