Alicyn's Shorts

Twenty Questions

"what is your favorite color." He asked She turned to look at him, those eyes of hers catching the fading sunlight and casting them the color of carmel. Confusion lifted her brow and she turned back to the city.

he counted her breaths, watched the way she moved to light her cigarette.

Exhale.

"Indigo." her voice was quiet and even as it always has been, the way she spoke to everyone. Him, Their boss, her paitents.

But she met his gaze, unlike so many others and for the first time he looked.

she was never suppose to be pretty, he realized. Taking in her strong cheekbones and narrow face, her eyes were like her fathers, grim and determined.

No never pretty, he thought. she was bewitching. To the way she moved her hands up to her lips to inhale the smoke, the turning of the wrist, and the movement of her head, ducking to catch the end of the cigarette. The way her dark hair fell in her face, as if it knew what it tried to hide from his eyes, and she did not try and move it. The flicker of movement he saw the under half closed lids of her eyes and she thought; her lips pursing in though and she turned to stare out into the empty city.

"Why?" He breathed, counting down his heartbeats, knowing if she knew she would ask him if he was alright.

"well...There is a time right before the sun rises that is that color..." she looked down then, her cheeks flushing and she rubbed the back of her neck.

"This is embarresing." his eyes drawn to the dip of color across her face and unto her neck, he glanced back at his shoes.

"Not really, this is how people get to know each other." She gave him a look, and he smiled.

Exhale.

"There is only a few moments. Where the entire world is bathed in that color, only a few moments then its gone. You blink and then the color has changed and the sun is rising, and youve missed it. I like that time of morning, its when the brids first start singing." she does not look at him.

Inhale.

"Whats your favorite color?"