Prompts # 68 - 69
Prompt 68: Sight
“I like your glasses.” Holly said sitting in Eliot’s lap. They were relaxing at home; shoes kicked off, contacts disposed of. Eliot smiled; he didn’t know many women who preferred his glasses to contacts. Holly found them sexy as hell. And lo and behold he thought her thick black framed specs were better than cleavage.
They both had horrible eyesight. She was like Velma from Scooby Doo. He saw the world as an impressionist painting. Evolutionary speaking her should not be turned on by a lass in glass, nor should she. Glasses were bad. He kissed her.
Their glasses bumped.
Prompt 69: Sixth Sense
Without looking he knew exactly where she was. He knew her expressions, her feelings. With just a word he knew it was her and he knew exactly what she was thinking. He could feel her without a touch; her heart wove into him, no matter the distance she was near. Her taste, her sent lingered.
He prided himself on his observation skills, but she could read him just as well. She was aware of him. The glitter in his eyes told her everything about his case. His sent - cold air clung to him after a walk. His pipe meant safety.