Friday, 4 December 2015

Straight in the Eyes

        She held him at arm's length, looked at the pipe still gripped in his hand, then looked at his face and read him like a book. She ran the tip of her red tongue slowly across her red full cushiony, sensuous lips, making them wet-red and looked him straight in the eyes with her own glassy, speckled bedroom eyes.

The man drowned.

Chester Himes
A Rage in Harlem

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