Hunger/Desire
Mary stood transfixed; her eyes open wide in awe and
delight. Both innocent and corrupt like that an angelic child caught in the
act, her pale checks began to flush with the knowledge of her innermost
thoughts. With a gloved hand she
playfully bushes a curl of her long red hair from her face. Her eyes fluttered
closed and her bright red painted lips parted in expectation as her gloved hand
brushed past them; coyly she bit the tip of her glove in contemplation of
possible delights.
Stood at that window she formed a vision reminiscent of a
fifties pin up if not a little more generously proportioned. She was always
smartly dressed, always made up; Mary loved to look her best. The dark wool coat she was wearing finished at
the knees accentuating her curves.
There was an almost playful denial as she lingered beside
the store front gently swaying as she visually devoured the cakes behind the
glass. She crossed her arms in front of her, as if to hold herself back. Caught
in a web of imagination and denial she was spellbound by the pastry delights in
front of her.
The chiming of the shops door broke the enchantment which
held her. Mary quickly looked around, her attention drawn by the sound; she
caught sight of a woman leaving the store carrying a box. She smiled politely
at the woman as she walked by. The divine aroma transported Mary back to her
dream. Her eyes fluttered closed as the smell wove its way through her body. Her
lips sat parted and expectant. She was almost drawn towards the door by the
sensuous magic of vanilla, but she drew back.
Mary bowed her head and adjusted her red beret and began to move on
heading up the street and back to work.
Your writing paints a very vivid picture, I very much enjoyed this.
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