Six Sentence Saturday or Sunday – Layover Excerpt

From my short story, Layover:

Jessie closed her eyes and imagined him taking her arm, guiding her to a candlelight dinner, and reaching beneath the table to touch her. Suddenly, desire burned in her thighs. Hell, gotta keep dreaming. She opened her eyes and caught him watching her. She smiled. His lips turned up, returning the pleasant gaze.

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About DD Symms

Writing is foundational to our communication like running is to sports.
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