Tuesday Tales - Through the Glass....
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week's Tuesday Tales prompt is the word "glass". Please see how I use "glass" in my new WIP erotic romance, Sexy Bea Spelling . Our heroine, Bea, challenges Andrew, but, will he melt her heart? Andrew followed Bea’s address orders and arrived at five minutes till eight. The small non-descript Italian restaurant sat between a dry cleaner and hair salon. The weathered rich red brick must have been fifty years old, if not older. A few bistro tables in a variety of colors advertised al fresco seating just by their position on the sidewalk. Classic chianti bottles held plain white wax candles that had melted down the bottle necks. The flames flickered in the gentle evening breeze. Bea sat alone at a green table, sipping a deep rose wine, occasionally twirling the glass and inspecting the jewel toned liquid. “Does it have legs?” Andrew asked, walking up behind her while putting a hand on Bea’s shoulder. Bea subtly startled. “Legs...