Free Write - Week 7

Gabriel

 

Handsomely devilish,

he dimples.

Lights up when she’s around.

Stares with special attention

at the young American woman.

Shared innocuous smiles.

Droplets of snow in her honey hair.

Roving wind in his cerulean eyes.

His Rauchbier voice tempts

until...
She catches a flash of momentary gold.

Right ring finger.

Damn these European men.

She has to ask.

Through his darkening grin,

she points to the halo wrapped around his promise:

“In my country that means something.”

Shouldering his eyebrows,

he moves the ring

right,

left,

then right again,

settles it on his left to rest.

Sincerity drips with ambered perfection:

“Itz jest a ring”