The warm kiss of the sun tickles my nose and I
sneeze, lose my balance and tumble backwards into a painfully-handsome man
holding a glass of our host’s finest Cabernet. Time slows to a hideous crawl as I watch the wine
rise up in a great wave and drench the front of his silk, cream-colored
jacket in splotches of indelible red. All eyes turn accusingly in my direction. Frozen in place, I can feel my cheeks on fire. He gently touches my chin, lifts my eyes to
meet his and smiles.
“This will be a good story to tell our children.”
From the Studio 30 prompt "kiss of the sun."
