She turned toward me and said aloud, “Pass the parmesan cheese please.”
Her eyes however, said, “I hate you, you selfish bastard, for ruining my life.”
Author: twosentencestories
Alone
“Please don’t leave me here; I hate the dark.” That was the last thing she ever said.
Financial Woes
Frustrated, Ronald released a forlorn sigh. Hanging his head in defeat, he placed one more bill on the ever-growing pile.
Gravestone
Brian Whebe, 1904 – 1972. It’s the “-” that represents his life.
Winning
They say life’s not a race. I’m still winning.
Ring Ring
The phone is ringing.
I don’t have a phone.
Longing
With eyes closed, languidly resting against the chaise, anticipating her companion’s next move; she hoped for something sweet, whispered flirtations, invitations for a rendezvous or four, and the indirect promise of a romance.
With eyes open, lids heavy, body leaning against hers, showering sweet kisses along her neck, and across her jawline, he hoped that his camouflaged words of sensual promise also conveyed to her the promise of more to come; a future.