Sunday, November 22, 2015

A Kiss in Eight Sentences

From NaNoWriMo work in progress - 8-sentence-sunday-on-dieselpunks

    At the entrance, he took her hand from his elbow and started to bring it to his mouth. Olive, in the spirit of the evening, stepped forward and kissed him gently on the mouth. It was such a quick action of pulling his hand down, stepping closer, and popping up on her toes to reach his mouth that her eyes looked into his and she saw a look of surprise cross his face at this blurry close distance. She liked that she surprised him. He didn’t step back but with the hand that wasn’t holding hers, he caressed the underside of her chin and extended the length of the kiss which Olive meant to have only last a moment. Their lips softly touching the others. He pulled away slowly and she dropped her feet from tiptoe position. 
   He gave her hand a little squeeze and said, “Good night, beautiful inventor.” 
   “Good night, Eli.”
   With her words, his hand left hers and he clutched at his heart, walked backwards two steps before he turned and left.

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