A slight slip of fiction

A Fiction in 58.

Confidence Man

A haze of cigarette smoke hangs as he walks through the door to the bar; the cloud parts and ripples like water.
He orders an expensive whiskey and places both elbows on the bar. Scans the crowd, sizes it up.
She’s playing pool. All angles and elbows, self conscious behind glasses.
Little did they know their destiny, entwined.

2 comments:

Joyce said...

Hi, ThomG,
I just checked over at 3WW, on a whim. Much to my joy, I see that you're providing prompts! I'll try to join in next time.
Thank you!!!

Quin Browne said...

always the hope of a romance, right?