Christmas Drabble series
Title: Ghostwriter
Author: Aussie
(300) words
A/U Drabble series
Laura sniffed experimentally.
“No.”
She swung around. Elosha stood behind her, fresh faced and calm compared to the other harried shoppers.
“You got him scent last year,” Elosha asserted as she passed Laura a container of coffee beans.
Obediently Laura rejected the bottle back to the shelf before leaning over to take a deep settling breath. Her friend had instantly guessed who was to be the gift’s recipient, it seemed.
“Not that he didn’t like it, mind you,” Elosha continued with a flip of her scarf across her shoulders. “You might not have noticed, but he’s worn that scent ever since. Even when he ran out around July, he purchased another bottle of the same brand himself.”
Bill always smelled of a heady mixture of cinnamon, citrus and real man. She couldn’t remember him having an offensive odor prior to her gifting him that cologne.
“Not that he was trying to impress you,” Elosha murmured in a dreamy voice laced with sarcasm, “or that he wears it because he knows you like it.”
Laura gulped and, after flashing the clerk a quick apologetic smile, followed her friend as she wandered through to the nearby menswear aisles.
“Bill Adama, despite his attempts to be working class, always dresses immaculately,” Elosha noted.
Rare opportunities over the years to touch Bill’s expensively cut and well tailored garments filled Laura’s mind. Assisting him with his tie, adjusting his collar, gaining his attention by gently sweeping her fingers across his sleeve, or tapping his chest to emphasize a point.
She glanced at a display of ties now, but then dismissed them too with a sigh.
A flashing light advertising the latest tech fad caught her attention.
However, Elosha tutted beside her. “Don’t you think you should give him something a little more personal this year?”
Author: Aussie
(300) words
A/U Drabble series
Laura sniffed experimentally.
“No.”
She swung around. Elosha stood behind her, fresh faced and calm compared to the other harried shoppers.
“You got him scent last year,” Elosha asserted as she passed Laura a container of coffee beans.
Obediently Laura rejected the bottle back to the shelf before leaning over to take a deep settling breath. Her friend had instantly guessed who was to be the gift’s recipient, it seemed.
“Not that he didn’t like it, mind you,” Elosha continued with a flip of her scarf across her shoulders. “You might not have noticed, but he’s worn that scent ever since. Even when he ran out around July, he purchased another bottle of the same brand himself.”
Bill always smelled of a heady mixture of cinnamon, citrus and real man. She couldn’t remember him having an offensive odor prior to her gifting him that cologne.
“Not that he was trying to impress you,” Elosha murmured in a dreamy voice laced with sarcasm, “or that he wears it because he knows you like it.”
Laura gulped and, after flashing the clerk a quick apologetic smile, followed her friend as she wandered through to the nearby menswear aisles.
“Bill Adama, despite his attempts to be working class, always dresses immaculately,” Elosha noted.
Rare opportunities over the years to touch Bill’s expensively cut and well tailored garments filled Laura’s mind. Assisting him with his tie, adjusting his collar, gaining his attention by gently sweeping her fingers across his sleeve, or tapping his chest to emphasize a point.
She glanced at a display of ties now, but then dismissed them too with a sigh.
A flashing light advertising the latest tech fad caught her attention.
However, Elosha tutted beside her. “Don’t you think you should give him something a little more personal this year?”