Not quite sure if i got what i was supposed to do quite right, but no scene 🙂
The snakecharmer plays his instrument and sways, serene, almost oblivious to the fact that the very breaths he takes enthralls the creature before him. So it was with me and him. The melody of his voice drove me to distraction whenever he spoke to me, and the movement of his hips when he walked away hypnotized me. But he wasn’t oblivious to the effect he had on me. Oh no, it was quite the opposite. He read me like an open book, saw the infatuation on my face as plain as if it were printed in ink, he caressed my spine and knew each page intimately.
He smelled of paint and canvas and ink mostly, but beneath all that lingered the faint but undeniable scent of something citrus. The citrus was the smell that snaked into your nostrils and hung around him no matter what he did, it was in his blood, and his kisses tasted of it. After the puppy love wore off and we grew apart, the citrus is what stayed with me the longest, and even now, it takes me back to the days of flavoured kisses, when his voice captivated me and his hips mesmerized me.
One thought on “Flash Fiction Friday #30: Charmer”
ooohhh…sweet…
i like wha' looser interpretation does for widening the scope of our stories; i went even less direct than you did with this fff, (http://urbanfolktales.blogspot.com) see how far removed you can let yourself get from the item the word represents; tryin' similar trigger again with #31 since this was a dress rehearsal…have fun…walk good
sweet trini