Bored by the conversation of her sorority sisters, Sam aimlessly
looked out the window. The frat boys
they spoke of with such veneration were nothing more than well dressed
mannequins; handsome but vapid.
She thought of Jesse. The way he looked in jeans as he
nailed the floor boards on the deck. How the sweat ran down his back, finding its
natural path. The way she felt when he’d pick her up and spin her until she was
dizzy.
She thought of her brother, smiling broadly as he greeted
his friend, instantly reminding her she was just the little sister.
ZZ Top "Sharp Dressed Man" ...Maybe not all girls are crazy for them.
This post is for the prompt of Sharp Dressed Man for Lance's 100 Word Song
