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Flash Fiction – Wild Fire
It was the kind of kiss that started wild fires. He took her hand and held it with his in her lap. He leaned across the console. “Every touch is a promise,” he said, and his voice was soft and deep and...
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June 1944
“Shush!” “What do you mean, ‘shush?’ Don’t shush me.” “Would you prefer I do this?” She clapped her hand over the other’s mouth, and promptly got bitten. “OW! Heavens, Marcy.” “Well. Don’t shush me....
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Unbearable
“I can’t bear it.” “Bare it?” his eyes sparkled. “Of course you can, it looks lovely bare.” “No, don’t!” She tried to laugh, wanted to laugh at him, and knew he was just trying to make her feel...
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Flash Fiction – Old Friend
We scrambled up the familiar trail, shale cascading from beneath him like marbles. We’d reach the summit to stand and gander. Such views from the rim. Cobalt skies and red rock and always a vulture...
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Flash Fiction – My Michaela
“You said your name was Mike.” She smiled, her eyes large and soft and beautiful. She pulled out her license and showed it to me. “I don’t understand.” “It’s Michaela.” “What about everything else? How...
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Cookie
I told him I was down in central booking. Again? he wanted to know. What now? I need you to come down. Please. This isn’t us anymore, Cookie. You can’t keep calling me every time you lose your shit. So...
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The Big Bad Wolff
…continued… Every time she entered this high meadow he could smell her. It wasn’t perfume or soap. It was far more subtle. Like citrus and honey and earth. Like blood and flesh. She was carried on the...
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The Big Bad Wolff
…continued… She kept her eyes ahead. The smell coming from him was not quite human, though it had human components… mothballs, sandalwood, bourbon. But also muskier scents, like dog and … almost a...
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The Big Bad Wolff
…continued… He found himself breathing hard, not from exertion but from the wet musk rising out of her pores. It wasn’t just pussy he smelled. Her whole body exuded hunger. When he leaned past her to...
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Peeping Tom
It had been a long day of standing in three inch heels on a concrete floor behind the teller’s desk. Dealing with rude people with important problems. Moving money around like there was an infinite...
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