#1 Best Literary Fiction 2015 – #fridayfiction
In time Be-Baba-Leba gave way to a soft tempo foxtrot, and they returned to the dance floor. Halfway through the dance Benjamin looked over Lucille’s shoulder and saw those red lips smiling; not just smiling but smiling at him. In what was less than a heartbeat, she was gone again.
was gone again. “There I’ve said it again,” Vaughn Monroe crooned from the jukebox, but Benjamin heard nothing. He stumbled through the remainder of the song, then returned Lucille to her father’s side.
“Thank you for the dance, Miss Lucille,” he said politely; then off he went in search of the red lips.