She chose him for his skilfully blended personality; a persuasive cocktail of sweet and sour, a dash of bitterness, and a hint of ocean spray. The piquancy of lime expertly intermingled with the spirit of orange and bite of tequila, all elegantly finished with a tantalising salty edge. His chilly gloss an added excitement. He was raffish yet a gentleman, one with depths of naughtiness and unexpected delight. His charisma was exhilarating. They got along beautifully; her sparkly effervescence complemented his acerbic wit. But now she longs to gulp greedy mouthfuls of fresh, cool, life-sustaining water from a palm-fringed stream.
Pamela Kennedy
23/4/2021 12:22:09 pm
What creative comparisons...liked it.
Susan F. Reid
23/4/2021 02:01:31 pm
Shelley,
Mary Wallace
23/4/2021 03:17:18 pm
Beautifully done, but there are only so many Margarits you can drink. Water is more thirst quenching.😊
Ed N. White
23/4/2021 03:53:19 pm
A very clever metaphor. Nice story. Thought provoking.
Krystyna
23/4/2021 04:28:31 pm
A mouthwatering tale so cleverly presented, Shelley. Naturally, there’s a limit as to how much margarita one can take in.
Jennifer Duncan
23/4/2021 09:44:09 pm
Fantastic description. Too bad people get bored so quickly with their partners.
Sue Clayton
24/4/2021 03:12:55 am
All of the above and more kudos to you Shelley. Great story. Comments are closed.
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