#30LAYERS30DAYS: The Perfect Canvas

The curvy silhouette at the entrance got his attention. He leaned against the wall and waited. Watching every move from across the crowded room, his imagination painted the perfect canvas.

He was interrupted by a petite lady who bumped into him.

“Excuse me,” he said. As he tried to get control of his drink.

“Oh no, excuse me,” the woman smiled, then winked.

He smiled back, not to be rude. Then he looked back towards the door, the curves was gone. He was annoyed. He scanned the room to see if the curves got in. He turned around, and at a quick glance out of the window he saw curves waving a cab down.  All he can see was her big curly hair and her hour glass, in the flickering street light. He made his way out of the place, as he tried to catch up with her.

The next morning he woke up to movement in the bathroom. He looked around, and saw high heels, a clutch, and a wrinkled dress. He smiled, thinking about the curvy silhouette.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” She said. A woman in his t-shirt stood between the bathroom door. She walked towards the bed, grabbing the edges of the T. “I hope you don’t mind, I needed to freshen up.”

“This is not the perfect canvas.” He said.

“Excuse me?” She said.

“Nothing.” He said.

Then he laid his head back down closed his eyes, as his head pulsated.



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  • Ava Griffith

    Well damn!