100 Words for 12-17-2013

I started to talk to her about where she would go if she had two weeks off and she answered with a very curt reply, “Hong Kong”.  Then she was off waiting on other bar patrons.  The majesty with which she slung those bottles of liquor around was second only to a crane taking flight from the edge of a placid pond.  Her hair flowed about her shoulders, her face contorted into amazing shapes. Then she would place the drinks down on the bar as softly as if a butterfly was landing on a petal.  I was falling in love.

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