If I Only Had Checked to See What Book He Was Reading

If I Only Had Checked to See What Book He Was Reading
By Annie Bee Dot

He was here, in this chair. I trace the top of the plastic absently, breathing deeply the imagined, now gone, scent of him. His muscular body arched as he sat, completely absorbed in a thick, worn, novel. He never looked up. I silently gazed at him from a few tables over. His spongy, black curls were the kind men have before they get it cut too short, falling close to his thick eyebrows. His dark eyes widened as his emotions changed with the story. They glistened with tears. He closed the book, and then he stood and left me forever.

http://100wordstories.com/2009/03/12/

This (^) is a magnificent website. They give you a topic, and you write a story thats exactly 100 words, no more no less. I didn't write anything for Friday's though. I just found it, so this is the only story I've written. The other topics sound great. I can't wait to see the next!

P.S. If you want to see my story in it's original format, I commented on Michele's on accident, and it's there.