| Letters and Diary Fiction posted October 30, 2023 |
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A Not So Smooth Rendezvous
by Tom Horonzy
Desereted with nary anyone or thing in sight, save a classy lassie strolling along the water's edge, wearing the stingiest string bikini taut against her cheeks. I hoped she would stoop and scoop up a shell, unveiling a most audacious peek. She didn't.
Thus, I trailed, a bit behind, the footsteps she left in the sand. Being the sleuth I think I am, they led to the doorstep where she paused to see if her would-be wooer would make a suave and sophisticated move.
Could she be satisfied with smooth, I thought, for how sophisticated can one be with a tongue hanging out?
Instead, I ducked behind a palmetto tree feeling like a fileted flounder until worse could and did occur. A siren sounded and a sheriff shouted, "You there. Unshroud yourself." I did, to have him ask, "What is it that you're doing?"
Turning redder than red should be, I explained I'd come awooing. He turned to see what I had spied across the street, turned off the alarm, and returned to his beat.
As for being smooth, I went to move when a spike bit me on the foot. It caused me to scream ending any romantical speculation, I thought. Instead, a nightingale rushed my way, inquiring, "Can I assist?" And from my lips came these words, "I'll get better with a kiss."
She smiled, then blushed, causing a fuss 'tween the two of us.
Being s m o o t h went out the door, as to my surprise, she helped me up with puckered lips, having my heart do a flip before I ventured wantonly forward.
Now, I don't kiss and tell, but instead, my friends, I'll leave it for you to find in your mind the final line. Of course, you can leave it unsigned.
Rendezvous writing prompt entry
Desereted with nary anyone or thing in sight, save a classy lassie strolling along the water's edge, wearing the stingiest string bikini taut against her cheeks. I hoped she would stoop and scoop up a shell, unveiling a most audacious peek. She didn't.
Thus, I trailed, a bit behind, the footsteps she left in the sand. Being the sleuth I think I am, they led to the doorstep where she paused to see if her would-be wooer would make a suave and sophisticated move.
Could she be satisfied with smooth, I thought, for how sophisticated can one be with a tongue hanging out?
Instead, I ducked behind a palmetto tree feeling like a fileted flounder until worse could and did occur. A siren sounded and a sheriff shouted, "You there. Unshroud yourself." I did, to have him ask, "What is it that you're doing?"
Turning redder than red should be, I explained I'd come awooing. He turned to see what I had spied across the street, turned off the alarm, and returned to his beat.
As for being smooth, I went to move when a spike bit me on the foot. It caused me to scream ending any romantical speculation, I thought. Instead, a nightingale rushed my way, inquiring, "Can I assist?" And from my lips came these words, "I'll get better with a kiss."
She smiled, then blushed, causing a fuss 'tween the two of us.
Being s m o o t h went out the door, as to my surprise, she helped me up with puckered lips, having my heart do a flip before I ventured wantonly forward.
Now, I don't kiss and tell, but instead, my friends, I'll leave it for you to find in your mind the final line. Of course, you can leave it unsigned.
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