Welcome to the inaugural Weekend Flash! Woot woot!
Remember, your 250-300 word blurb is inspired by the prompt below. You have till Sunday at 8pm EST to complete your blurbs! It is a “weekend” flash, after all!
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I’m penning a blurb right along with you, and am super stoked to read what we all come up with!
Above all … have fun!
AND GO!
Half an hour late but that’s what being sick does to ya! I managed to whip this up … let me know what you think, and don’t forget to share your blurbs in the comments! xo
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“Pomegranate martini,” the bartender announces, sliding the glass toward me.
Nodding a thank you, I draw the drink closer and take a tiny sip. “Delicious as always, Andrew.”
“Thanks, Annie. Let me know if you need anything else.”
I’ve been coming to The Brickhouse for years, and neither the drinks nor the clientele have failed to leave my appetite unsatisfied. Like the bright ruby liquid in the glass dangling from my fingertips, I always seem to get exactly what I need from this place.
I survey the room, eyes moving slowly from person to person. I quickly dismiss the uptight businessmen, women in desperately revealing dresses, and the GQ wannabe’s. Just when I think I might need to wait a little longer I spot him, the perfect candidate – my prey.
“There,” I whisper, circling my index finger along the edge of the glass. A thirty-something male, with dirty blonde hair and wire-rimmed glasses, wearing a rumpled, cheap-looking tan suit. He is staring into his tumbler of whiskey so intently, one might think there are secrets hidden within the amber liquid.
I keep my gaze fixed on him, hoping he will feel me watching. Finally, he glances up and his head swivels toward me. His brown eyes widen and he nervously fidgets with his glass before looking away. My cheeks flush with warmth and my heart races. I glance into the mirror behind the bar and grin when my eyes flash bright red, before returning to their normal blue.
“He’s perfect,” I purr. I stand and smooth my emerald green dress on my hips. Drink in hand, I slink toward him.