The woman who sat across the coffee table from me took a cigarette out of her metal cigarette case and placed it between her luscious, pouty lips. She replaced the case in an interior pocket of her red cape at the same time she ‘flicked’ her thumb. A small, still flame emerged from the tip of her thumb. She brought the flame to the end of her cigarette and lit it. She inhale deeply, eyes closed. Absently, she shook her thumb as if she were extinguishing a match. She opened her eyes and looked at me. As she spoke, the smoke trickled out of her mouth.Don't know where that came from but I chuckled as I wrote it a few years ago.
"People accept me a little better if I just shake my thumb out rather than if I just turn off the flame."
Don't have a twofer from a book as I won't know what book I'll be reading in four days (I'm writing this on Friday).
For more twofer fun, head on over to Women of Mystery.
I expect to get some writing done on my vacation so look for something new next week.