Some words, 58 to be exact, woven into a story

I’ve got just enough time for a Fiction in 58.

A Siren’s Crush

She wore slippers like ballerina shoes, white satin. When the sirens started, she touched up her lipstick.
A full moon cast clouds in silver; confused and concerned faces shuffled. The satin went gray as the concrete. She tip-toed to view the street, looking for him.
Knowing it was the last time she’d get away with tripping the alarm.

2 comments:

Pri said...

there is something enigmatic about this piece...
keeps u wanting more :)

missalister said...

This is a gem. It made me want to try to create such a thing. I sat trying to think short, poignant, twist…something that leaves the reader going Mmmm, yessss, like they’ve just awoken from a dream… No go. I’ve been stressing to meet a deadline at work and that always sucks the creativity right on out of me bigtime. Some day, though, some day… ;-)