It was Friday night. He had a creased brow, a magnificent mane and a lot to say. I watched him across the room from behind my pint. Then he stopped, looked over towards our table. I dropped my gaze. Cheeks coloured at being caught staring. I didn’t want to feel his wrath.
‘He’s coming over’ mouthed my ventriloquist friend as she drained her bottle of beer then said out loud “Right, I’m off.”
I woke early on Saturday. Remembered the crowded bar. The attentive audience to his heated words. I ran my finger along his unfurrowed brow and he purred.
Neville Hunt almost 8 years ago
Love it. Particularly like the 'ventriloquist friend'. Super drabble.
Lisa Williams almost 8 years ago
Thank you! Glad it was worth all the research *laughs for a year*
S J Gunn over 7 years ago
Lovely drabble Lisa!
Lisa Williams over 7 years ago
Thanks SJ- fun to write X