a/n Please note that all WitFit entries are unedited. No beta. The exercise is meant for you to just start writing from the prompt you're given. Let your imagination go and not over think. I don't own Twilight.
Word Prompts: Grudge, sludge, nudge
Choose one word and write what your imagination dictates. For an added challenge, include all three words in your entry.
What a day to stay home. It was one of those cold, rainy days when a steaming cup of tea and a classic book by a fire were embedded in your being. Big slouchy socks over my favorite sweats and an old college hoodie zipped up to keep me cozy. This would be my uniform. This should be my uniform. Instead my uniform was tights under jeans and a turtleneck under my ankle length wool coat. I cursed my worn boots and cursed this day. Rain was romantic by a fire but it was a demon on the streets. Snowfall from earlier in the week combined with the steady pour created lovely obstacles of sludge. Now I was dealing with wet boots, cold toes, and a bad attitude for having to go into the office on this frigid Saturday.
While I was having wistful thoughts about that tea and book by a fire, the subway I was on jerked and moaned down the track, reminding me that my cozy abode was a long ways away. I pulled my hat down lower over my ears and wrapped my arms around my chest to keep warm. The heater was running but the gust of wind bursting through the doors at each stop was keeping the chill on my bones. I didn't look up at anyone entering because the grudge on my shoulder for having to work over the weekend was reflecting like daggers out of my eyes. No sense in making an innocent bystander feel my wrath and turning other days sour.
The shoes came into view first. They were damp boots like mine but attached to long, masculine legs. He wore an ankle length wool coat as well but it was hanging loose from being unbuttoned. I kept staring at his feet as the train jostled through the underground web. It started to feel therapeutic. I was irritated I didn't have time to grab some coffee before leaving home but the rocking and staring had me in a trance that was oddly calming. The doors opened again and more people dragged in as others braced themselves to exit into the dreary elements. Mr. Long Legs pulled his feet from my view to make way for passengers moving down the aisle. That bothered me and I couldn't help but shake my head and sigh at my ridiculousness. I was finding comfort in a stranger's grungy boots and weathered jeans.
Closing my eyes, I started my plan of attack once I got into the office. I wanted to organize my work ahead of time so that I could leave as soon as possible. I felt something nudge my foot and a deep voice apologizing. I opened my eyes and saw Mr. Long Legs had drifted into my personal space, accidentally bumping my feet. I peeked up quickly with the intention of giving him a small smile to let him know all was forgiven. Little did he know he was a source of my peace on this torture tube. I was not prepared for the internal organ collapse his face caused. He was gorgeous. No not gorgeous. He was devastating. I felt devastated by his features. Long neck up to a suckable Adam's apple up to a chiseled jaw up to a pair of pouty, soft lips up to a straight nose up to emerald eyes up to a pensive brow up to a tornado of floppy, bronze hair and if I kept going my eyes were going to roll back into my head. Then he smiled at my gaping mouth and filled every corner of my body with intense heat.
This was going to be a great day.
