Ankle Bracelet

Your scent infused me before you sat next to me. A rose blossom wrapped in leather, you slid in the oversized executive chair next to me in the boardroom. My brain kept telling me to focus on the presenter and the screen, battling my distracted mind and wandering eye. I pushed my chair backward so I had a better view of you, such a challenger to my professionalism. My eyes fixated on the rose gold ankle bracelet you wore, set with onyx stone and pavΓ© diamonds. It was such a sexy playful little thing.

Not all office romances start the same, and not all love affairs end in tragedy. I am a stock broker. I gamble, with calculated risk of course. ‘The winner takes it all.’

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Cassa Bassa

πŸ‡¦πŸ‡ΊπŸ‡¨πŸ‡³ inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfitΒ child 😊

30 thoughts on “Ankle Bracelet”

    1. Thank you Ben. I didn’t know this would be a poem, a prose, a flash fiction, or a short story. I guessed I just wrote it down and see where it went. It all started with ‘Ankle Bracelet’ in my mind.

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      1. Welcome. Well, that’s exciting. I always love to know the process of how a piece comes to be. To get this from “ankle bracelet” is so cool. I guess it really only takes such a small spark to create something much larger!

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  1. Gesh Cassa… Yes… Keep developing this, there is a deeper story here that needs to be told πŸ§πŸ’œ I have so many unanswered questions about these two already 🀣

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