What the heck, it’s Friday already? Time just zipped by this week. Not that I’m complaining. I love Fridays and I love the weekend even more. 😉
Alrighty, I’m doing something a little different this week for my flash fiction. I didn’t get a chance to join my crew in FFF, but ran into an image on Tumblr that elicited a story as soon as I saw it. I didn’t go on word count. I just let the story flow, which works better for me when it comes to my writing.
Would love to know what you think.
Flash Fiction Friday #31 ~ Cold Turkey
Jonathan leaned over, swiped the head of the ciggy across the ground and popped a mint into his mouth. She didn’t like him smoking, but he couldn’t just quit the habit cold turkey without having her to replace it.
The sound of her heels clacking down the corridor reached his ears. She rounded the corner and stole his breath away. The white gown stood out in brilliant contrast against her umber tone and hugged her bold curves with perfection.
“What are you doing, Jon?”
“Waiting for you to take off that gown and sit on my face.”
She pursed her lips and flipped her hand dismissively. “Stop being silly. Put on your shoes and jacket and come on. We can’t get started without you.”
The words, fuck me now, or I don’t do this, sat on the edge of his tongue, but he couldn’t do that to her. Not on her wedding day. He loved her too much.
Copyright © Yvonne Nicolas 2012