Fifty and Five

I decided to try a different 55-word post today. Hence, this is a continuation of Gaurav's 55-Fiction Chain Story.

.oOo-oOo.

She’d found it difficult to sleep last night. His piercing gaze, his deep voice, his shaggy, unkempt hair, grizzly stubble and his firm shake had left their indelible marks.

She was done with the pretty boys.

Stretching for her phone, she gasped, realizing she’d left it in the bloody taxi. And with it, his number.

.oOo-oOo.

And Chamique takes it forward.

So on and so forth...