Sunday, December 16, 2012

100 Words a Day 128

Jason finished tying his tie and looked in the mirror. He looked sharp. He had a hint of a five o’clock shadow and his hair was a little disheveled, just like Jessica liked it. He grabbed the present he had purchased earlier. It was in a matte black box with a crimson ribbon. The bow was expertly tied and soft to the touch. He stepped into his car, which he’d had cleaned and washed that day. With a turn of the key, the engine roared to life. He pushed the clutch in, put the car in gear, and was off.

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