From The Touchline

FROM THE TOUCHLINE

How’s it going then?
…..Early days yet.
I’m sure you’ll charm her into bed.

How’s it going then?
…..Hard to tell.
Well you’re a very complex woman.

She might just be frightened.
…..Do you think I can scare the pants off her?
That’s just a joke right?

How’s it going then?
…..Mixed messages all the time.
You’ll get there.

How’s it going then?
…..The more I see her I see how strange she is.
Definitely your kind of woman then.

To be continued …

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on August 25, 2019, in Flash Fiction, Poetry and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. Thrill of the chase is setting in. What a fun idea.

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  2. Intriguing! We shall stay tuned. ☺️

    Liked by 1 person

    • All may not be quite as it appears. Poetic license may well have been invoked and the odd gender switch applied. And as to whether there will be any continuation … 😉

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