Long sensuous fingers caress the horse’s mane
I watch, unable to tear my eyes away.
He leans closer, face inches from mine, whispers huskily
A little girl calls out, ‘Daddy?? Mommy needs you. Bridle’s broken!’
I’d rather drink Tea.
Blonde hair, hour-glass figure, effortless elegance!
Everyone always stared at Emma from the Secretaries’ Pool.
She wanted to run and hide.
Mother said this morning, ‘You are fat. And ugly.’
Mark wondered, ‘Should I simply dive in heart-first and ask Emma out?’
Participating Entry – YeahWrite #218 Microstories Challenge
Answer this question in exactly 42 words
“How deep is the pool?”