I wrote this for the esternewtonblog as part of her weekly 70-word challenge.
Eyes blue with sky, hands clasped against the wind, pleated skirts already flying. Waiting for that special second.
Steps crunch hurriedly against the dark rooftop ‘Are you friggin kidding me? You don’t have the balls bitches’ comes the sniggering denial.
We smile, aware of our undisclosed power. Forever secret. Forever ours. Twin-like dribbles of spittle smudge harlot-red lipstick. A little lick and…
The pavement soars in a violent kiss.