“No way,” Mitch said fisting his hands and hitting the steering wheel. “No f’in way! I don’t have time for this.”
Pulling off to the side, Mitch pushed his sunglasses up his nose with a third knuckle then proceeded to fixed his cap low over his brow before straightening his tie. I’m not hurt, but I don’t have time to waste on shit like this. I’ve got to get to the burial grounds. He had felt the impact, of course. He picked up his fallen cell off the floor of the hearse and rammed it in his front pocket. Fortunately for him, the big truck that hit him hadn’t been going fast and impacted on the passenger door and not the driver’s side. Just the same, he had to make sure there was no one hurt in the other vehicle.
Manoeuvring his wrist to check his watch, marking the time, Mitch walked over to the red GMC Sierra, pulling his wallet out of his breast pocket as he did so. Eyes cast down to retrieve his license his first sight of the other driver was a lovely pair of calves, silky smooth and ending in a pair of strappy, high-heeled shoes reaching down to the ground from the high height of the drivers door. Who drives a truck in a skirt and spikes and doesn’t use the running board to step down? Someone not used to driving a truck, obviously. As his eyes lifted they travelled over a blue printed skirt complemented with a crisp white blouse. Her tightly bound sandy blonde head was turned away holding onto the door handle.
Aghhh, what is such a nice pair of legs doing attached to that stick up my ass perfect hair? The hair was a dead give away for a stuck up personality. A personality that Mitch strove to avoid at all costs. Mitch had known women with that kind of hair. A ‘do’ like that means she’s all work and no play and he’d never had any luck with those kinds of women. I’ll bet if she ever let that knot out of her hair … shit, I don’t have time for even thinking right now.
“Hey listen, are you hurt?” he said quickening his steps drawing close to her.
She closed the door and turned to him her hand still on the latch, her eyebrows lifting in obvious surprise. He should have been prepared for this kind of reaction given the fact that he was driving a hearse.
In a gesture of good will, he held his right palm upwards. “Are you hurt?” he repeated when she didn’t respond. In contrast to her no nonsense hair, wrap around Oakly sunglasses hid her eyes. There’s something familiar about the curve of her face. What he could see of her face, that is. He paused mid step to study her, trying to place her when a quick sparkle caught his eye. As small as a freckle, his eyes were drawn to the diamond stud in the flare of her nose as it caught a glint of sunlight with her head tilted in a quizzical pose. Maybe not so big a stick up her ass after all, the stud giving the impression of a bit of rebel buried under all that fine linen. Had his hand cupped the curve of that smooth cheek in the past? He had the urge to ask her to take her glasses off, but resisted ever conscious of his lack of time. There’s something about her mouth. But his mind couldn’t focus on that just now. He needed to get to get to the church.
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Pulling off to the side, Mitch pushed his sunglasses up his nose with a third knuckle then proceeded to fixed his cap low over his brow before straightening his tie. I’m not hurt, but I don’t have time to waste on shit like this. I’ve got to get to the burial grounds. He had felt the impact, of course. He picked up his fallen cell off the floor of the hearse and rammed it in his front pocket. Fortunately for him, the big truck that hit him hadn’t been going fast and impacted on the passenger door and not the driver’s side. Just the same, he had to make sure there was no one hurt in the other vehicle.
Manoeuvring his wrist to check his watch, marking the time, Mitch walked over to the red GMC Sierra, pulling his wallet out of his breast pocket as he did so. Eyes cast down to retrieve his license his first sight of the other driver was a lovely pair of calves, silky smooth and ending in a pair of strappy, high-heeled shoes reaching down to the ground from the high height of the drivers door. Who drives a truck in a skirt and spikes and doesn’t use the running board to step down? Someone not used to driving a truck, obviously. As his eyes lifted they travelled over a blue printed skirt complemented with a crisp white blouse. Her tightly bound sandy blonde head was turned away holding onto the door handle.
Aghhh, what is such a nice pair of legs doing attached to that stick up my ass perfect hair? The hair was a dead give away for a stuck up personality. A personality that Mitch strove to avoid at all costs. Mitch had known women with that kind of hair. A ‘do’ like that means she’s all work and no play and he’d never had any luck with those kinds of women. I’ll bet if she ever let that knot out of her hair … shit, I don’t have time for even thinking right now.
“Hey listen, are you hurt?” he said quickening his steps drawing close to her.
She closed the door and turned to him her hand still on the latch, her eyebrows lifting in obvious surprise. He should have been prepared for this kind of reaction given the fact that he was driving a hearse.
In a gesture of good will, he held his right palm upwards. “Are you hurt?” he repeated when she didn’t respond. In contrast to her no nonsense hair, wrap around Oakly sunglasses hid her eyes. There’s something familiar about the curve of her face. What he could see of her face, that is. He paused mid step to study her, trying to place her when a quick sparkle caught his eye. As small as a freckle, his eyes were drawn to the diamond stud in the flare of her nose as it caught a glint of sunlight with her head tilted in a quizzical pose. Maybe not so big a stick up her ass after all, the stud giving the impression of a bit of rebel buried under all that fine linen. Had his hand cupped the curve of that smooth cheek in the past? He had the urge to ask her to take her glasses off, but resisted ever conscious of his lack of time. There’s something about her mouth. But his mind couldn’t focus on that just now. He needed to get to get to the church.
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