Yeah, it’s a thing now. Each Friday I am going to find a word and build a freewrite scene around that word. Creative Calisthenics are happened. Here we go…
Mein
Andy didn’t want to go to the party, but if he hadn’t he wouldn’t have met her. She moved through the room like a yacht, swift and regal with a sense of purpose that made him turn his head. Well, maybe it was the dress. Specifically maybe it was the way the dress showed her long legs that ended in blue heels that seem to glow in contrast to the black dress. He was smitten. He was also married, a fact his wife pointed out to him as she watched his head swivel hard to the left.
His head snapped back to center and he tried on a guilty smile–all scruff and attitude. He said, “No, baby it isn’t at all what you think. It’s her mein. You know?”
Saraya clearly did not know. Red was bubbling to the surface of her brown skin in a way that never ended well for him. Andy met her eyes. He said, “Your beauty is all I’ll ever need. What that woman has isn’t beauty. It’s a certain kind of attitude. she has this air of royalty about her. You know, like we should know her from somewhere.”
The red spread along Saraya’s cheeks until it touched the corners of her false smile. Andy frowned. He sighed and stole another glance at the leggy blonde and stuck it in the back of his mind. It would be something to think about later when he slept on the couch.