Red Head to the Core

I didn’t intend that. He released it from his fingers. Too late.

“You’re snatching my hair?”

“No.”

“Yes, you did.”

I did.

“But I didn’t intend to.”

“You do many things you don’t intend to do, don’t you?”

Damn every redhead born! He wanted to kiss her feisty mouth to silence. But she’ll fight like a hellcat.

And neither of us will get a moment’s enjoyment from that…Well, I might. If I’m honest with myself…

“Dimurah.” He warned.

She rattled on, slinging accusations.

Like a tree gnome thinking it’s ten-foot tall, hurling insults like rocks. He stared at the ceiling of his tent. Silently counting to calm his absent patience.

“Are you quite finished!” He roared.

“Nowhere near!” She shouted fearlessly.

“It’s funny,” He shouted to get her attention as he leaned into her face as he often did. “That yo