Well, its coming along well, my latest effort is a short story about a woman who reaches 49 and decides that her clock is going to count backwards. This one is for self publishing, I wan't it to be read!
“Allow me,” he said,
opening his hands toward her. She took his meaning and suddenly completely
comfortable and without thinking about the others, she stood and slipped the
knot in the belt, the robe fell open. She turned her back toward him, allowing
her only garment to slip from her shoulders into his waiting hands. He laid her
husband’s gift over the back of the chair. She turned back to face him,
immediately remembering the others. In a rush, her nerves returned. The thought
went through her mind, I am naked in front of complete strangers, next to
an attractive tousle haired man young enough to be my son.
“Would you mind taking
off your shoes, when you sit down?” he said, interrupting her thoughts.
She looked down past
breasts, belly, to her feet. Shining black shoes peeked out below her exposed
breasts, somehow the shoes emphasised her nakedness.
“Oh, no, sorry. I
forgot I was wearing them.”
“If you sit," he
said, helpfully, "I’ll slip those off for you and then guide you…