For today’s Daily Prompt, “Winsome,” I wanted to write something with a man who might be called winsome and a young woman who is definitely not. Wallie was bored with it. Wallie is not a winsome imp.
‘Are you given to imagination?’
‘Why, yes.’ I puff my chest out with pride.
Eddy snorts. ‘Indeed. I suppose you regard yourself as quite the romantic.’
This is too fine an opportunity, and I cannot resist batting my lashes with all the excess of perfect femininity. I know I am being absurd, but there is something in the batting of eyes that has always worked with men, and it has become a habit with me. ‘Oh, yes, if you like.’