Daffodil and the Thin Place
This week for her Sunday Musings, Chris has asked us to describe a scoundrel, without actually using the word.
So, I had a go. Here’s my dirty, rotten scoundrel:
She needed to believe his smile, the reassuring hand on her shoulder and the relentless platitudes. But they belied his eyes which raked her body and drew short of meeting her gaze.
‘Trust me,’ he said and still, his eyes rose no further than her throat. Her hand went to the diamond choker, covering its dazzle. Immediately, she felt shame. Perhaps she ought to give him the benefit of the doubt.
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