Welcome hoppers! I’m so glad you’re back. This week Tracey Gee wants some Flash Fiction. She has not set a length, but it must include the following: Kevlar, elbow(s), pinking shears, and a copy of The Great Gatsby. For bonus points: intro w/ a haiku or limerick.

I can tell you right now, poetry of any kind is out of my purview. However, I’m going to give the rest of this crazy challenge a try.

Did you hop here from Dani Jace , but if not be sure to hop back after you read on.

Livvy pretended interest in her copy of The Great Gatsby, but she couldn’t take her eyes off the man swimming laps in the pool. His long limbs cut through the crystal clear water and the muscles on his back flexed in the most alluring way.

Kevlar couldn’t have protected her from his allure, she had no idea what the paperback book was supposed to do. Her focus on his lean, tan body never wavered and she had to jerk herself back to the pages of her book when he climbed fro the pool.

Hoping for just a peak at the water sluicing down those leg, her heart stopped when he blocked the sun only feet from her lounger. His blue eyes lit with amusement as he pointed to her book. “I haven’t read that book since high school.”

He accepted a towel from a pool attendant, thanked the young man, dried his face and ruffled

his shoulder-length brown hair. When he ran the white cloth down his arm past his elbow, his hair stood out as if it had been cut with pinking shears. He still made Livvy’s mouth water.

“I thought it was time to read it again and someone left it in my room.” He wasn’t the first good looking man she’d ever seen, but the way her heart pounded, he might as well have been.