Stolen scent.
Trickling sweat.
Heart thumping; stomach churning.
She smiles.
A searching hand; an encroaching breath.
Lusting.
Expectation.
He smiles.
A hollow cheeked boy sleeps nearby.
Jaundiced eyes full of sorrow; a soul emptying of hope.
Grateful still for a mother’s love.
These 42 words form my entry into this week’s Gargleblaster challenge over at Yeah Write.