Thursday, July 17, 2014

Loose Threads #3

Look 'Em In the Eye

He probably felt like the master of his domain. A big guy, he'd probably always taken up space, owned it, felt secure. Then she walked out as he was going in.

Gray hair in a no-nonsense bun, broad shouldered, tall in stature and poise. She looked at him, not up or down but straight in the eye.

He flinched.

She didn't.

"Excuse me," she said, and was on her way, leaving him to sort of shuffle aside and into the building, not quite as sure of himself.