“I’m sorry, what was…” he paused, taking in her cloche hat, Marcel waves, blood red lipstick, pearls, and full-length white linen coat, wondering how far those gams went.
Extending her hand, her head tipped demurely. “Hattie.”
Interview over. The job was hers.
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Very noir! I love it.
Thank you!
Oh that was deliciously vague. I have an eery feeling about Marcel.
Love it! I sense a delicious mystery in this story.
Me too! I wonder what will happen next??
She wasn’t a reporter, was she? 😉
In my head…she was a detective actually…on assignment to get a job with the murder suspect. But shhh….
OOoooh COOL
The start of a beautiful relationship!
I’ll bet!
Now see? There you go again. Brilliant. <3 (Is there more? I want MORE!!)
There may be more…we’ll have to see if the prompts fit! Thanks Chris!