100 Word story #24

The jewel-toned silk sank into his memory as she strode past, deepest ruby trailing on the wind behind her, shifting in dimension, thick with shadow, catching light. Flashes of heel as the fabric rose and fell, distracted him from the strangeness of traveling on five inch slivers, igniting regard for the art of having mastered it. He followed her, drink in hand.

Turning her head to the side as if caught by a sound, she paused, waiting.

He stopped. Invite me, he intoned, silent.

She smiled, adding a barely perceptible sway, drawing him in the wake of her consent.