She looked dead sexy from across the room.
Dressed in a tight black skirt with eyes that can kill.
Will mustered. I venture forth.
I fall under her spell in moments. She's smart and captivating too.
We go to her house. I slip off my clothes asking what she does for work.
"I'm an assassin..."
He struck a note on the guitar and then another.
Melody with a standard blues rift.
He belted out his words like he was letting us hear his broken heart.
He dreamed about the girl that got away living with a man he'd always hate with a smile he'd never see.
Sad eyes sank without her.
Sometimes I just want to remind myself and others I have some chops as a writer too. Not just a memer or a news junkie. I provide these as proof that I can get you hooked in 55 words or less.