Tales from an #fp tweet



He loved summer.

It was then that all the girls abandoned the dull thick tights and heavy shoes of winter. The sun brought out the legs. Legs in shorts, legs in skirts, sandals, flip-flops, legs with tattoos, some with none. Oh he loved them all. That exposure of skin brought out the best and worst in him. Sometimes he would go to the beach and just look. A voyeur, yes. But one with taste.

It was look but don’t touch.

Until that day, on the bus. He saw her. Tall, leggy, all in white. Truly beautiful. He watched her move towards the door and he looked down. Her choice of nail varnish knocked him for six. Swept away by a pink so shocking he could hardly breathe. He just had to follow her…

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