Written for OLWG# 270
Then Gwen lifted the coupe glass that held her cocktail and peered at me over the rim.
Her charcoal grey eyes smiled.
I could smell the gin as she stirred her drink with the onion skewer.
She sipped, her eyes closed, as she savoured the flavour.
Long thin fingers, tipped with long red nails, lifted and twirled the skewer. Liquid streamed at first, and then slowly dripped from the end.
Slowly, sensuously she teased the first of three pearl onions free, using her lips and teeth.
This week’s prompts were:
- a long ago Sunday
- it don’t mean much
- charcoal eyes