Mondays demark the start of the blogging/challenge/prompt week. Monday also means that Mindlovemisery will post a wordle. I learn at least one new word a week, as I puzzle through the list. My odd mood of Sunday continues. I present wordle #68: “Wink”
He emerged, unshaven, from the cab of his ancient truck. He shaded his eyes. The hyper-active full-noon sun blazed across the highest-sky. Coupled with the scuttles of dust, the dryness of his eyes made him wince.
He wondered exactly when he become a caitiff. The first day he caught a glimpse of her. The day she returned his gaze, smile radiating across her face. He practiced pithy comments in front of his mirror. His mind accumulated visions of her. A saint. A whore. A virginal beauty. A seductress. That was the problem. His mind played tricks on him.
He skiddled to the bed of the truck. Several green garbage bags came to rest against the tailgate. He removed them, one at a time, saying good-bye before he tossed them into the dump.
She waited patiently in the passenger seat. No need to rush. This inexperienced temptress was his. The saplings that marked out the dump, shivered in the furnace-driven winds.