Time for another flash fiction piece with the Friday Fictioneers, as hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week, I’ve hit the 100 word target on the nose.
Her dress, pink and foamy, would have looked well in a sundae glass. The shoes, though, were serious. Black and heeled, they lent her height that wasn’t hers and a demeanour I knew she meant to keep.
‘Leopards?’ she said, as the shoes took her, arm-in-arm with him, down the veranda steps into the half-dark.
He shrugged. ‘Lions too. And wild dog.’
Watching, I saw how she let him push her up against a tree. And, as they kissed, I smelt what she smelt: Pears soap, leather, sun-saturated clothes and a strong, clean animal scent that wasn’t me at all.
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For other 100-word stories following the same photo prompt, look here.
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