What follows is offered in response to Velvet Verbosity's 100 Word Challenge. The challenge, this week, is "Redhead".
She seemed to move in slow motion, while the rest of the world was a frantic buzz all around her.
When you saw her, you were mesmerized by the slow roll of her hips, the bounce of her hair, the tantalizing sway of her breasts.
And you just stared.
Heads turned. Men smiled and women swatted their husbands.
And she was completely unmoved by what went on around her.
The blind guy at the corner newsstand knew she was coming. Every day. Same time.
He had her paper ready. He thought, "Damn, but I love me a good smellin' Redhead."