Musk

She may or may not have sensed her ovulation; neither did the men whose heads capriciously turned. Their eyes pursuing as she opened a path through the turbid smoke in the shadily lit club. She sat down slowly; her dance card empty.

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Mystic Rose Rose

Date: 2/4/2023 12:37:00 PM

hmmm must have been that scent ! congrats on your win

Terry Miller
Date: 6/7/2023 4:16:00 AM

Thank you so much

Hilo Poet

Date: 2/4/2023 8:38:00 AM

Diverting, Terry, cheers for the indulgence, Aloha William

Terry Miller
Date: 6/7/2023 4:16:00 AM

thank you.

Linda Alice Fowler

Date: 2/4/2023 6:43:00 AM

Back with big congratulations on your win Terry! I like it even more this time I read it :)

Terry Miller
Date: 6/7/2023 4:16:00 AM

Thank you again Linda

Linda Alice Fowler

Date: 1/17/2023 8:14:00 AM

So much implied...I agree with Janice. Nicely done! :)

Terry Miller
Date: 1/22/2023 8:48:00 AM

Hi Linda, thank you for visiting, and kind comment

Janice Canerdy

Date: 1/14/2023 6:24:00 AM

Terry, you have packed SO MUCH implied plot into these few lines. Janice

Terry Miller
Date: 1/22/2023 8:47:00 AM

Thank you, Janice

James Marshall Goff

Date: 1/6/2023 5:15:00 AM

Poetic realism Terry, well done!

Terry Miller
Date: 1/6/2023 7:10:00 AM

Thank you, James, for visiting and for your kind comment.