“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.