Six from a flash that just might be turning into a story...
~~~
Thick brown hair, hazel but almost yellow eyes and curves
just where he liked them had his mouth watering and made him wish he was
Jefferson. And she was still standing
after that amazing drop from the tree limb, way up there. His head bent back and look to the limb in
question, then back to the beauty who’d come down from it, still processing the
how of it, never mind the why…
“Hey listen, sorry about…” she started, waving her hands
both to the tree and herself though explaining nothing.
“What are you, ma’am?”
“Shit,” she whispered, crossing her arms across her breasts
and taking away at least half of his confusion.
“Hello, Ranger, I’m screwed.”
