Welcome to Friday Fictioneers, the best flash fiction in town! Each week– on Wednesday, not Friday, writers from all over the world throw their hats in the ring, and respond to a photo prompt. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields leads our merry band, and this week Sandra Crook provided the muse. Join us or check out other stories, on Rochelle’s blog, Addicted to Purple.
My story this week is a continuation from the prompt two weeks ago. It stands alone, but if you want to read part one, check it out here. Positive or constructive criticism are always welcome.
© Sandra Crook
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Let’s face it; his accent is what got me. Call me easy; call me a slut, but I came here to forget the divorce– it worked. Mostly. You don’t forget a fifteen-year marriage by sleeping with one Spaniard; but frankly, an exotic lover’s a major jump-start to recovery.
After fifteen years, three of them fighting, sex with Jimmy was like six-day old baguettes: stale and unappetizing. Alvaro was fresh, exciting…delicious. His hand on my leg, then under my skirt, was a game-changer; his playful “Fanthy a rrroll in de hay” sealed the deal. That lisp, who could resist?
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Who could resist, indeed. Terrific way to forget about what’s his name. Nicely done, Lady.
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Thanks Honie… in my other writing life, I’m actually quite good at, ahem, erotic writing. On FF, I try to keep it clean. 😉 As soon as I saw that hay bale, I heard the words: “fancy a roll in the hay?” The story started there.
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Has Alvaro got a brother? 😉
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Por seguro! Write him, Helen… we could tag team this story. 😉
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Didn’t I kill that Spaniard off a couple months back? They must share DNA with cockroaches. Guess I’ll have to try again…
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It was the other, no? My Spaniard lives on! Mwhahaha!
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I’ll get him one of these days. He can’t escape the jaws of death forever.
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You can have him… when I’m done with him. 😉
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I’m going to be pissed if you’ve exhausted him to the brink of death. It’s no fun if he can’t run and beg for his life.
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I will resist taking this to a whole new level… tempting as it is. I mean, we… ahem, they weren’t exactly playing gin rummy. 😉
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Six day old baguettes… such an appetising prospect. 🙂 Nicely done.
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Thanks Sandra! Thank YOU for a wonderful muse this week! I saw that truck full of hay and immediately thought “roll in…” That’s just how my brain works, some days. 😉
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Fun, Dawn. Love the taste similes!
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Thanks Cathy! I’ve had fun with this little affaire! I mean… my character has. And the food, as well. 😉
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Good writing as always Dawn.
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Thanks, Patricia! As always, I really appreciate your thoughtful comment.
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“Yeths yeths I do!” Thank you for continuing the saga of groove getting. I need a little fantasy in my otherwise romance-less life. After my divorce I got mine back via a younger man. Nothing like remember what prime feels like.
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Primo! Olé! Glad you found your groove Dana… we all benefit, I think. 😉
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I’m awake! ¡Qué dulce es tu escritura erótica, Dawnisima!
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Ah, gracias mi amiga. Sí, qué dulce!
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What a great story! Hope she has a ton of fun with the Spaniard… and beyond 😉
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Thanks Riya, and welcome to TFTM! I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment. 😀 I’m so glad you enjoyed it.
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I love this: “sex with Jimmy was like six-day old baguettes”, although six-day old baguettes are hard. 🙂 And that’s about as risque as I get. Appreciate you keeping FF clean. 🙂
janet
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LOL! I was so tempted to use that in my story, Janet. I thought the exact same thing, as soon as I typed it… stale but hard. 😉 Ah, the wicked thoughts that don’t get printed. Thanks for making me laugh!
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haha i love this continuation!! entertaining from start to finish. i liked the hilarious comparison of sex to six-day old baguettes 🙂
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It got a lot funnier in the comments I think… and I’m not sure my husband of 27 years would like the comparison. For the record, he is not like 6 day old bread! 😉 Thanks KZ.
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Awesome tale of moving on…and sex! What more is there…
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Right? Thanks hugmamma!
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What a great start to my day!
Loved this Dawn, I’ll never look at a baguette the same way again!!
Well done and thanks for your kind comments too.
Dee
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You are welcome Dee… I always look for the familiar faces, when I open FF each week. I missed seeing yours! Apparently I’ve changed bread for a few people! 😉
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Querida Dawn,
I work in a bakery. Now those baguettes will take on a whole new meaning. 😉 This story is definitely part of the upper crust. ¡Muy bien, hermana!
shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks Rochelle… though I’m sure none of your baguettes are sitting there for six days!! 😉 Have a wonderful weekend, my friend.
d
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I am, of course, shocked! The way women use we men.
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It can’t be helped… you’re all just so damned desirable!
😉
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Okay… I feel a bit slutty for thinking this, but I really thought you were going to finish this sentence: “You don’t forget a fifteen-year marriage by sleeping with one Spaniard; ” with “to really forget it takes three Spaniards.”
BLUSH!
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Well, I was trying to keep it PG for FF, but several other punchlines occurred to me. Thanks for jumping in, Helena! No need to blush… we were all thinking it! 😉
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I wonder if, like sex on a sandy beach, sex in hay is as good in reality as it is in fantasy.
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Probably not! Anyone who’s ever laid in hay, knows it’s not that comfy! Fantasy almost always has the upper hand; don’t you think??
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Hmm, the best way to get over someone is to get under a better one right? Nice story 🙂
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Ha! That is a very interesting approach Camgal! Thanks for stopping by to read and comment; it’s much appreciated! 😀
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You are too much! I’m not going to say another word. 😉
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Hahahaha! You are a riot, Patti. Thanks for your… err, silence. 😉
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Six-day-old baguettes…I’m gonna have to use that sometime! It’s always healthy to have a little bit of fun, and if it’s with a sexy Spaniard with a lisp, who could possibly blame you?
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Exactly! Of course, with Spaniards… they all have a lisp! And most of them are sexy. 😉
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“No,hay priths”,would have been my answer,lol!A wonderfully entertaining story,loved it:-)
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hahaha! Very nice!
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😀 you inspired me
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Well, that makes me feel really good! 😉
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🙂
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Fabulous, as usual. Love the comparison to the sex day old baguettes.
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Sex day old baguettes?? Hmm… I love the play on words, Tiffany. Or maybe you just like… err, bread… more than me! 😉
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Bahaha I never even noticed that mistake! I can hardly type for laughing. Well, I guess we know what your story had me thinking of… *blushes*
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Wink, wink, nod, nod!
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I meant SIX day old baguettes, obviously. :p
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Yes, obviously… 😉
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A saucy one today, Dawn! love it. I’m hearing Spanish guitar in the background.
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Flamenco, I’m sure. 😉 Thanks Amy!
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Interesting man this Alvaro. I’ve always found something kind of sexy about those Spaniards and Italians 😀
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Somehow, I think Spaniards and Italians are universally sexy. 😉 Thanks Tink!
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six-day old baguettes: …haaa
Can’t wait to read more of this story.
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Thanks Audra! I’m not sure if this will go any further… or where… but each week that photo sends me in all kinds of directions! Glad you liked it. 😉
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Ha. is it only a lisp it takes… what a disaster to tell the trick
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Well… I suppose it’s one of the things. There’s no one trick, darlin’. 😉 Thanks for stopping by Björn.
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