“I’ve never thought of myself as clever,” Hilda said, “but I am not blind, and I’m smart enough to finish what has obviously come to an end.”
Luke looked at her with a stony face for a moment, then got up and left the bar without looking back.
“I’ll have a Tom Collins now,” she told the approaching bartender.
Then she sat there on her stool, passing her hand through her silky blonde hair and taking sips from the cocktail.
– James Steerforth (© 2013)
Written around clever, finish and silky from 3WW.
well played. 🙂
Poor guy, but he’s probably better off.
If only everyone said what they meant. She said it well.
Now there’s a smooth bitch.
Easing off gently is not the answer, Hilda has the right idea. Much less painful.
Thank for all your comments! They tend to go in opposite directions – either approving or dissaproving of Hilda’s behaviour. This is actually not surprising because the story does not reveal much at all about the two main characters or their situation. One of the reasons I tagged this shorty as “enigma”…