TOUCHE'
by Bast
She sits at the table with the handsome man and his beautiful daughter.
Cutlery glimmers in the light of the chandelier. He takes the knife, slices,
and smiles.
"Light or dark, Elizabeth?"
"Light, please."
He looks disappointed at her choice. "Perhaps I should have let you
carve, considering your profession." His tone indicates humor, but his
eyes hold disdain.
She looks around at the opulence and wealth and wonders what she is
doing here. Under the table Serena grasps her hand.
She relaxes and forces herself to smile. "Oh, no, Mr. Southerlyn.
I'm sure I could never cut as deep as you."
From the corner of her eye she sees Serena smile.
END
by Bast
She sits at the table with the handsome man and his beautiful daughter.
Cutlery glimmers in the light of the chandelier. He takes the knife, slices,
and smiles.
"Light or dark, Elizabeth?"
"Light, please."
He looks disappointed at her choice. "Perhaps I should have let you
carve, considering your profession." His tone indicates humor, but his
eyes hold disdain.
She looks around at the opulence and wealth and wonders what she is
doing here. Under the table Serena grasps her hand.
She relaxes and forces herself to smile. "Oh, no, Mr. Southerlyn.
I'm sure I could never cut as deep as you."
From the corner of her eye she sees Serena smile.
END