Lack of sleep may be my friend this week, and I may actually score an early spot in this cue! Yee-haw!
Each week on Friday Fictioneers, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields leads a group of writers from all over the globe, in a flash-fiction challenge. A single photo prompt; a story that has a beginning, middle and end; a goal of 100 words– everyone is welcome to participate. Check it out the details, and the wonderful stories in this week’s collection, here.
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“Could you please rub a little sunscreen on my back,” she whispered, his face just beside her.
He sat up and poured lotion in his palm. His hands caressed her soft skin, as he studied every freckle, every nuance of her perfect body.
“I think I would know your back anywhere, your skin and lines… no matter how many years pass, I could feel this body and know it’s yours.”
She smiled, taking in the deep cerulean water, the white sand, and his hands across her back.
Dolphins played and danced, as they made love in the sand.
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