A little nibble of my newest diddy:
He regards me for a moment then asks, “Can ya be quiet, boy?”
I nod slightly, hope and excitement crushing the words in my throat and squeezing my chest and stomach.
“Come.” I hope this is a promise as I walk toward the chairs near the hearth. “You’re quite attractive. What do they call ya?”
“Uhh... J-Jack. Jackson Stuart.” My tongue is suddenly heavy in my mouth watching as he moves around the large, warm room.
“Fine to meet you, Jackson Stuart.”
What do you think?