Saturday, April 19, 2008
Writing Exercise Result 7
As she removed the adhesive backing on the nametag, Kate wished she’d brought her Louis Vitton tote instead of the clutch. As she reviewed the auction itinerary she thought again about her aching feet and wished for the flats that were in the other purse. She spotted her item of “interest” half way down the list and quickly filled in her bid.
He startled her, appearing suddenly tableside casually dressed in Khakis and much younger than the mutton-chop blog avatar would suggest. She was halfway through her second glass of wine and felt delight at meeting him, though she had expected a more rotund and elderly character by the cyber -name of “Evil Editor”.
“Wonderful to meet you, EE!”
“Likewise. Thanks for your generous donation to ‘Edible Clothing and Natural Resources’. We appreciate your support.” Evil wondered if she was a minion. “So are you a writer?”
Beneath the table Kate delicately slipped out of her shoes. She’d read the blog and Novel Deviations 2 and 3, but she had really attended the benefit on her husband’s behalf; he was the writer in the family and a jesting “minion” of the great “Evil Editor”. She was surprised and immediately tensed with a shock of excitement as she felt his generously-sized stocking feet caress hers as she sampled the Brie. “So what is your real name?”
“Ah, but I asked first.” Evil waited but his feet did not.
“Ahhhm, well, errr . . . .” she panted.
Evil rose, and moved nearer, readjusting the blooming flower of his passion for this woman, Kate. When he’d agreed to the “bachelor auction” he’d never imagined this scenario, but right now he felt the dual serenity of happenstance and circumstance. “And by what name would I know this rose?” he queried, intimately near enough now to inhale her scent.
“Anonymous,” she breathed.
Posted by Evil Editor at 10:33 PM