Saturday, October 2, 2010

Six Sentence Sunday 10/03/2010

Here is an excerpt from a short story I wrote that was published several years ago.

Slowly, with such nervousness and dread, I turned to look.  In the doorway, my uncle’s compadre Rafael leaned against the wooden frame with his arms crossed.  Blood rushed to my face and I tried to turn away, but I could not.  I scanned the configuration of his entire body and there wasn’t a single flaw.  His hair was black and the color of his skin bordered along the lines of mocha.  His lips were full and I knew that if they ever grazed along the surface of my skin, I would lose all sense of space and time.  

7 comments:

  1. Wow! He's sounds like someone I'd like to know.

    Where was the story published?

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  2. You can't just stop there! :D

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  3. Hello. He can graze my skin any time. ;)

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  4. Wonderful post! I love the vision we get of him.

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  5. Black hair, deep tan, kissable lips, all make for a sexy man. I wouldn't be able to turn either, but I wouldn't bother trying. I'd stare openly.

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  6. Beautiful imagery there. Paints a very nice picture in my head. Lovely!

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