Collision

Mark's breath huffed out in exhalation at the force of the impact with another person. The phone flew out of his hand.  Stumbling, he reached out his hands to catch his balance.  One hand touched soft warm skin that his fingers instinctively gripped in an effort to find stability.  When he was sure that he wasn't going to fall, Mark looked at the person he had run into.  The apology died on his lips.

She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.   A brilliant blaze of red hair fell to her shoulders.  Her skin seemed to glow, her lips a perfect bow of color below a pair of cornflower blue eyes. 

The moment seemed to transfix them both, and they stared at each other.  A corner of her mouth slowly lifted in a smirk.  Eyebrows raised, she looked down, and his eyes followed hers.  His hand was somehow between her skin and her shirt.

His palm was conspicuously palming a single perfect breast. 

Mark hastily extracted himself amid visions of a harassment lawsuit and angry boyfriends.  Horrified, he opened his mouth, ready to abjectly beg forgiveness, when the woman put her index finger on his lips to silence him.  She eyed him speculatively, head cocked to the side, a smile spreading across her features like sunshine.

"Usually men buy me dinner before they try that move," she quipped.   And Mark lost his heart.


This is in response to Write On Edge's prompt: This week, write about collision. It can be literal or figurative, large or small. And while this is based upon a real incident, it is actually fiction.



 And I'm going to try something new this week, and participate in the Trifecta Writing Challenge, where the prompt was the word HEART. Except that I didn't see anything clearly delineated to indicate a deadline, and I missed it. My fault entirely, but go check out these other writers anyway!