“What time is it?” she inquires. “Nine-thirty,” he obliges. “Motherfucker.” “Yea.” “Well, what do you wanna do now?” “Ugh.” “You could bore me,” she winks with a little body-to-body teaser. “Oh,” he perks. “I love good boring company,” she flirts. “I live to bore,” he retorts. She rolls her eyes. “To the subway then,” he announces as he grabs her hand and runs her to the nearest subway station home.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Experimental
She puts on a smile so the world may see,
the she in her she wants to deceive;
with a plan and a purpose too great to relieve;
she pursues the perception wholeheartedly, naive.
– via my current, Untitled, manuscript-in-progress)