Friday Flash Fiction

Jake rested his head on David’s shoulder and heaved a deep sigh. “It’s over.”

He felt David’s face move into a smile against the top of his head. “Yes, it is.”

“Tell me again why we agreed to host the New Year’s party this time?”

“Because you were drunk off your ass and didn’t realise how much work went into organizing a party this big.”

Jake lifted his head and glared at his lover. “You could have stopped me.”

David cupped his cheek and a cheeky twinkle gleamed in his eyes. “I wanted you to learn your lesson. No more parties.”

Jake sighed again. “Agreed. We’re getting too old for this crap.” He placed his head back on David’s shoulder and darkness descended as sleep claimed him.

Ok, it was a little longer than 100 words. Oh well. Hope you enjoyed!

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Ray Sostre: http://theafterdarkworld.blogspot.com

Flash Fiction Friday

In her dreams, she floated, her white night dress fluttering in the wind. Trees surrounded her, welcomed her. Black birds guarded her as she floated to him.

Every night it was the same dream. She’d never met him, except in her dreams.

She was near, now, and stretched out to him as he came in to view, standing on the balcony, wearing only his white cotton trousers. She felt herself readying for him as their fingertips touched, and he pulled her into his chest. His warmth, his scent, was intoxicating. His hardness pressed against her and she submitted her all.

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Flash Fiction Friday

1 picture prompt. 100 word flash fiction. Several authors participating. Check the others out here.

The morning light drifted through the window. She stood there, wearing a simple satin slip that left little to the imagination, soaking up the early morning rays. He was supposed to come home last night. She'd stayed up all night waiting, anxiety growing each time her calls went to voicemail. This was not like him.
Cars honked in the street below, commuters on their way to work. Laughter drifted up to her, but it sounded wicked this morning. This twisted, unusual morning.
A hesitant knock at her door set her heart pounding. She knew what the door was hiding; Death.