Monday, September 24, 2012

Theme 152 - Furtive

From @roshd: It's open house day in school. He is chatting with other parents. She looks at him furtively from across the room. Looks are exchanged. After their respective turns meeting the teacher they go their own separate ways. Not all games are played to win. Some are played for the love of the game.

From @CruciFire:

“I will kill you if you don’t tell me.”

“I am the wrong person.”


“Why don’t you understand… it would be the height of irony!”

“FUCK YOU! Just tell me what I need to know so that I can start writing my story.”

“OK FINE! The meaning of Furtive is sly, secretive. Happy?”

From @aar004: He sat there nursing his drink, the meetings were done and he had the evening all to himself. The bartender poured a shot, pushing the glass towards him. He looked up, surprised. The bartender signaled with his head. There she was! Furtive glances, waiting for a signal, a response.. He smiled coyly.. Their glasses clinked..

From @The_Bufffmaster: Those glances from her window towards the end he lived, where they exchanged stories meagrely through eyes. Those sneak outs to his room jumping through terraces while everyone was asleep, and then, grazing the stars till the morning birds sang. Teardrops roll down today while holding her ring, as she remembers those magical furtive moments.

From @viveklectic: Thoughts of revenge clouded her mind. He had used her for too long. He had forbidden her from talk about their furtive relationship.She saw the light in his room. She pressed the doorbell and waited. As she heard the shuffling footsteps inside, she felt the bulge of solid steel in her handbag.

From @MinolAjekar:

She sat on the bar stool, legs firmly clasped together, like a lady. But those closed legs held a secret, a secret that makes her cold.

She was sure her secret was safe but the guilty unease kept her on edge. She only went commando to inspire her drummer boyfriend’s debut performance.

From @kunalbaidmehta: Sitting at a cafe in Paris, Raul kept giving furtive glances to Lolita while sipping his cup of coffee.Anyone noticing this would have thought Raul to be shy and not being able to walk across and speak to her. No one knew that Raul was a detective hired to keep a watch on Lolita.

From @tweettabulous:

She was the new intern and had the deepest green eyes. Her effervescent nature got my attention and soon I was in love with her. We moved in together.She sent me a sext and I rushed home. House. Empty. Nothing left. She had disappeared.

If only, I paid heed to the brain’s warnings…

From @sinpinklove: She stood there making slight furitive glances as the police were conducting their enquiry about a lost necklace of the maharaja era. She, being with them for many years was treated as a family member and not subject to any questioning. They had no knowledge of her ailing husband and his expensive treatment.

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