Cutting In

He leaned a light, bent weight on 3 fingertips at the corner of the chatting table. No needling back elbows obsequiously. A conversational gap, his free hand grazed his own wrist, supporting evidence of being watchless, touchable. He asked, when a glance freed itself, "Do you have the time?" Deadpanned reply: "Maybe, do you have the energy?" the cheese modulated by her eye crinkle. His heart beat itself a bloody mess thru the stretched pause. She ducked, “Hold on, I’ll check”, fished her watch from pocketed recesses, pronounced, “10:49 and a half”, and swiveled away her bootie, and his hope.

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This has been the 5 Word Prompt. Irma is away for the time being, so isn't able to update the header image, but we can still continue. This round's words are: table, cheese, bootie, crinkle, and hold. Use them all in fiction, non-fiction, poetry, whatever direction the prompt drives you.