Archive | 16.03.2009
- Dancing with Myself
The music pumped through her body as she watched the performance. The lead singer sung his hips and held the microphone with care and passion.
"To be that microphone," she sighed to herself.
Her long brown hair hung down her back and moved to the beat of her hips. The small skirt she wore covered little and less when she danced. Maria had not a care in the world at that moment. The singer has just locked eyes with her.
He smiled and then screamed the next line of the song into the mic, sending ... more
- Bottom Drawer
Cherie dropped her purse on the kitchen counter to flip through junk mail the postman had brought her. After deciding there were no redeeming advertisements in the bunch, she tossed them into the recycle bin and glanced at the answering machine. A red light flashed signifying she had been left a message. She let the machine play while she fixed herself a glass of iced tea. Her best friend Alexa's cherubic voice bubbled out, like a froth of foam from an uncorked champagne bottle
"Cherie, no excuses ... more