Daily Short Story 03b
The Meal Every time I rotated toward her, I motioned a kiss, and fluttered my eyes in a flirtatious way. But it didn’t work. She kept turning the spit, cooking me over the hot coals.
The Meal Every time I rotated toward her, I motioned a kiss, and fluttered my eyes in a flirtatious way. But it didn’t work. She kept turning the spit, cooking me over the hot coals.