Trev, looking in the mirror, massaging his face in ever tightening circles. Em watches till she can't stand it. "What the heck are you doing?"
"Checking out my new muscles."
Choking on her coffee. "Are you shiotting me? You got muscles on your face?"
"Yeah." Points to his cheeks. "Right here. Started to noticed them shortly after we met."
"Yea?"
"Yeah."
"Come here, let me see."
3 comments:
This post made me think of my grandfather and how he used to tease me when I would be in a bad mood as a child, by telling me of how it took seven times more muscles to look sour than it does to smile. Smiling at this post, smiling to look at Trev, so clear in my mind's eye, bless his heart, :-D, love this light interaction between them, is very - yes that dreaded word - sweet.
This post brought a smile to my face. I can "see" Trev in the mirror. It's as clear as can be. Your gift of making the reader feel as though they are a part of the story is simply amazing. SIGH
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