[Product of a Primal Urge]: 826.five words contest august 2011

Her smile had been amiable enough, hidden only slightly behind a mask of nervous repose. As she handed the leaflet over to me, listing reasons for the need to furbish the Children's center, my focus had been on the ringlet of red hair that kept drifting across her cheek. My heart was mere collateral damage in her quest for donations. I'm glad to say, I spent my grocery money well and expect her to call me back soon.