It is on her that I rest my perverse attention.

Ok, I'm guilty, I've been slacking... Here's a small piece to get me started again. I'm sure some of you will have opinions on this... but in some ways I'm very amused. I'm sure we all know someone like this...

Writing Prompt #7 'It is on her that I rest my perverse attention.'

I started coming to this coffee shop after I was told this hot barista worked here.

He was right, she is gorgeous.

Look at those cheek bones and that long thick brown hair. Dressed in black from head to toe, her clothes cling to her like they were made just for her, outlining her shapely figure.

Sometimes we’d come together. I would watch with jealousy as he’d smoothly flirt with her and eventually found out her name. I never spoke to her except to give her my order.

As soon as I knew her identity, I began to stalk her though Facebook, instagram, and twitterto find out as much as I could.

Who was this bitch who’s trying to steal MY man?

It is on her that I rest my perverse attention.