Steven Hunley
08-26-2012, 10:48 AM
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The Trench Coat
by
Steven Hunley
The trench coat, the strong nose and determined jaw. The slouch hat. The Woman of women. Her plaintive look, her mouth slightly open, her eyes, glistening, imploring, “Don’t send me away.”
His eyes turn tragic in response.
Every spyman and spygirl needs a trench coat. For hair-raising escapes from Albanian double-agents in snow-capped Carpathian Mountains. For uninterrupted kisses that taste like Chateau laFite Rothschild on rain-soaked afternoons in Dubrovnik.
Where?
In a cozy Super Eight hotel room above their favorite Albanian restaurant where windows slightly cracked not only let in the scent of Dolma cooking, but the mirrors show her naughty hand prints, and paper-thin walls reveal her impassioned pleading, “Take it any way you want it, Rick, right there, right there, ohhh, ahhh, don’t stop!”
As Ralph the bus driver once said to his wife Alice. “One of these days, one of these days Alice, you’ll get yours!”
One of these days, one of these days, every man worth his salt ought to get his woman a trench coat. Then they’ll always have Paris. Every pair of lovers should have matching trench coats and that’s a fact. It's the Euro thing to do.
Every good story should have: Believable characters? Snappy dialogue? Sentence length variation? Squeaky bed springs? Great settings? Sex, lies, video tapes?
What?
©Steven Hunley 2011
The Trench Coat
by
Steven Hunley
The trench coat, the strong nose and determined jaw. The slouch hat. The Woman of women. Her plaintive look, her mouth slightly open, her eyes, glistening, imploring, “Don’t send me away.”
His eyes turn tragic in response.
Every spyman and spygirl needs a trench coat. For hair-raising escapes from Albanian double-agents in snow-capped Carpathian Mountains. For uninterrupted kisses that taste like Chateau laFite Rothschild on rain-soaked afternoons in Dubrovnik.
Where?
In a cozy Super Eight hotel room above their favorite Albanian restaurant where windows slightly cracked not only let in the scent of Dolma cooking, but the mirrors show her naughty hand prints, and paper-thin walls reveal her impassioned pleading, “Take it any way you want it, Rick, right there, right there, ohhh, ahhh, don’t stop!”
As Ralph the bus driver once said to his wife Alice. “One of these days, one of these days Alice, you’ll get yours!”
One of these days, one of these days, every man worth his salt ought to get his woman a trench coat. Then they’ll always have Paris. Every pair of lovers should have matching trench coats and that’s a fact. It's the Euro thing to do.
Every good story should have: Believable characters? Snappy dialogue? Sentence length variation? Squeaky bed springs? Great settings? Sex, lies, video tapes?
What?
©Steven Hunley 2011