I see your silhouette against the window. You look so sophisticated with your cigarette in its long holder and your glass of champagne. You excude glamour and confidence. You stand so tall, straight, and self-assured. Surely you are a goddess.
Dare I, a mere mortal man, approach you? Shall I ask your name? Take your hand? Kiss your lips?
No. You probably have cigarette breath.
(Exactly 65 words)
Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt, where we are challenged to write a poem or piece of prose using the word “silhouette” in exactly 65 words.