Aug 05, 2006 13:19
An observer, correctly placed and correctly timed, might witness:
Les turning into a dark alley, talking to a woman in low, pleasant tones. She is smiling. Has dark hair.
Without interrupting the conversation, he pushes her smoothly up against a brick wall; kisses her bare wrist and touches the planes of her face. Then, hands firm on her shoulders, he dips his head.
Drinks.
Later, he holds her for a minute or two.
Then she leaves.
And now Les is alone.
claire pullman,
les