Writing Prompt #23 Attention

Her dress clung to her every curve as if she had spent an hour in a downpour. She was flawless. She was the temptress luring men to their doom with her good looks and an infectious laugh that made John melt at the sound.

He remembered the first time they had kissed. It had been awkward and they had been far too keen. It was a memory from a happier time, one where he wasn’t as lonely, wasn’t so alone with his thoughts.

When she danced it was like she completely lost herself. Watching her was mesmerising and dangerous, so he tore her eyes from her and walked over to the bar to fetch another drink. Probably one too many but what the hell, he’d had the week from hell and just wanted to forget for a little while.

She had apparently been chatting shit about him to her friends which had consequently circled to him. He was apparently a pig but he couldn’t see it.

He missed her, of course he did, but the drinks surprisingly were no help and had emphasised his craving rather than suppress it. He had one of two choices: walk out of the bar and go home or confront her, ask her why she was bitching about him and why she hadn’t said anything to his face.

The whiskey chose the latter option and before he knew it he was approaching her, approaching that smirk that he just wanted to wipe off her face. No matter what happened this evening he told himself that he wouldn’t take her home, he had more dignity than that. Or did he? He could try to persuade himself that he didn’t care anymore but something kept bringing him back, back to her.

The music was too loud and no one could hold a conversation on the dance floor so he just lightly held her hips as they moved together. If she hadn’t wanted the attention she would have moved away by now, god he wished she’d leave and just sever all ties, find another guy, but her wound was still too fresh, she was still too in love.

Love isn’t always healthy, it isn’t always right, it can lead you down a road you had no intention of venturing but to John and Katie, it was unavoidable. They kept coming back to each other, no matter how hard they tried to stay away.

Thank you for reading. The influence behind this piece was a song that inspired me. Can you guess which song? Let me know in the comments below or tweet me @kirstyawriter.

Published by Kirsty Allen

Kirsty Allen is a writer who specializes in lifestyle blogging & fiction writing. 'The Ramblings of a Madwoman' can be found at her website theroamblogger.com

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