[The thin spiral notebook takes up the mantle of Velvet Verbosity's 100 word challenge, and the word this week is "peculiar". This story is called "Yes"]
"Yes," she said, and then fell silent.
Her face was unsmiling, but not entirely serious. She had a small scar on the bridge of her nose. Her eyes were brown, betraying no hint of turmoil. Her cheeks were red from the cold, and her lipstick was brown, slightly smudged. Her legs were long and thick, her wool boots warm, her sweater white and large with a single black stripe across her hips. She looked comfortable, but not serene.
What they were asking wasn't peculiar, but it meant everything to her.
They couldn't tell if she meant it. They didn't care.
[Also of note is Pure Slush's new book "Five," featuring a story by me and on sale now here.]
