By Bud Koenemund
A 100 Word Story
For Lindsay
Sunlight spilled
through the windows – the open blinds creating geometric patterns on the floor.
She leaned back, lounging on a hardwood chair. Legs spread. The folds of her
cotton sundress piled between her thighs. It played tricks on his eyes. Perhaps
it was the heat… or his drink.
She traced the
top of her tumbler with a forefinger as ice cubes clinked. Droplets formed by
condensation crept downward, dripping onto her leg – wetting the flesh just
above her knee.
He watched as she
swirled the brown liquid, then drank it down. She stared at him for a moment
then smiled.
