The words over at Three Word Wednesday are flag, might and passive.
With a white veil of silk, she cause his attention, flagged him over.
The car in idle, he watched her walk toward him from the rear-view. She smiled at her sway.
He rolled down the window and thought that she’d been crying.
She’d stuck a thumb in both eyes to well the tears.
“Yes, well, I’m stuck, see…”
“Might as well hop in, I can give you a lift.”
Once inside, the heat, mixed with his salty scent, made her swoon.
“Where you headed?”
He sat, passive, waiting for her answer.
“Anywhere you are.”
Pulling out on the highway, he quickly shifted into fourth, then let his hand settle onto her thigh.
The whites of her eyes went blood red, but she didn’t pounce.
“There’s a curve coming up, love. Focus.”