A glimpse

He reclined in his chair and felt his body gradually relax. He inhaled quickly and let the accumulated clang of the day become muffled and then silent. He sipped from a cool tall elegant glass and felt the beaded moisture on its surface, ran his fingers up and then down one side of it. The light was dim in the room and the distant city was now quiet.

Then, he saw her silhouette in the doorway. She stood and regarded him, her arms at her sides. He noticed one single finger fluttering, almost imperceptibly.

"Do you like my shoes?" she asked. They were all she was wearing, but she wore them very well.

"New?" he asked.

"Do you?" Her eyelids lowered and the slightest wisp of a smile lifted the corners of her mouth.

"Will it cost me?"

"Could."