Thursday, January 17, 2008
For Fiction 55 Friday...even though its just Thursday afternoon!
She licked her lips repeatedly. Was she just nervous or just anticipating total dryness on contact? Just as she thought…dry, bitter, and somewhat sharp. She tried again, holding her head at a tilt and her elbows bent in attempt to obtain improved results. Her wet tongue slipped slowly along the side. Oh those damned envelopes!!