tall dark and handsome.

she walked into the room; the air was thick and smoky
reminding her of family barbeques in the summer time
(everybody enjoyed each other's company back then)
that started out as alliteration. weird.
sitting down at a table near the fireplace, she hung her jacket on the seat back
as if it were cold; next to the fire
(how could it be?)
inhaling the mahoganey of the table top mixed with something sweet
she paused, enchanted for a second, by the drops of water sliding through the fog on the window pretending that it was a race; remembering rainy days as a child
she was complex and beautiful in a room so simple and brown
heat radiated from a shadow that approached the table
a creak in the hardwood; also mahoganey
something new to smell: spicy.
(expensive taste)
the silence became noise the noise became static
filling her head. her stomach.
endless conversation riding on the thoughts of partial strangers
strangers in a smokey room
(to be continued)