Use the given line to create a fictional piece of writing:
“With the touch of your hand, you start a fire burning…”
It had been a shit of a week, and she’d had enough of kids, ex-husbands and work. Her work colleagues knew of her situation and suggested they stop in at the pub on their way home, and that one of them would drive her home. Her mother-in-law, saint of a woman that she was, agreed to stay late to sit with the boys.
The pub was crowded as always with end of the week thirsty mouths all awaiting a good quenching.
Across the room were a group of men in suits doing the same as she, unwinding from a busy week. One guy was particularly attractive, and she couldn’t help but notice him among the throng of suits.
After a few drinks, he began to look very attractive and noticed he too was watching her across the room.
She turned away embarrassed to have been seen and joined in the chat with her girlfriends.
When she turned back to look his way she could see that he had gone. A feeling a disappointment ran through her as she looked about but couldn’t see him.
Maybe it was for the best she thought to herself, I’m hardly in any position to enter into a new relationship and who in his right mind would want me with three small boys?
A drink appeared in front of her, and at the same moment, she felt a hand brush against hers.
She looked up and saw him. Close up he looked better than at a distance.
“Hello,” he said, and inside her, she felt the fires stirring.