Maybe next time I should leave it at home.
I glanced at her ring finger, but said nothing. I already knew she was bothered.
As we poured out of the dance club, sultry on sexual overtone, we politely declined offers for an extended evening. Beyond steamy smoke and mirrors, I assured ambitious amateurs that our phone numbers would do them no good.
A few steps away, Laila was exposed under the jaundiced glow of a street lamp. The multifaceted cut so carefully selected for her would glimmer under even the grimiest bulb.
Man, don't waste your time. She's married. The corners of her smile fell a little.
Anyone could see this was new to her.
Awe that first time going out after you are either engaged or married... realizing this was it...
ReplyDeleteHowever; if this was me and it had been my David... I would have showed that rock off to all... I guess sometimes it might mean you are little unsure if you are not so comfortable.
I love your writing LuLu :)
beautiful writing, as usual.
ReplyDeletethanks so much for your comment :) I like 'pet' too, lol. Being a fly on my wall would probably be far duller than my scrapbook lets on.... hahahahahahaha
Holly xoxo
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Eloquently expressed. Your writing is inspirational.
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Damn, that sucks.
ReplyDeleteOn the bright side, now I know how to keep annoying guys away at the pubs. Pity this is such a small town and rumours would get started :/
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Well. I don't know. I'm never getting married. I don't even know if I'll ever have another boyfriend. All I do is fuck it up. Put a ring on my finger, and I'd probably fuck it up twice, and twice as fast. Cheese and rice.
ReplyDeleteThis was a good read.