Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)
Make every word count.
This week's story is 102 words called..... Peephole
|Copyright – Janet Webb|
Breathing softly, slowly, pressed against my front door. I make no sound, sipping my sangria while I patiently wait his arrival.
I listen intently for a key in a lock, an open door, and his heavy footfalls. They call me to my peephole, hoping for a glimpse of the neighbor next door. Every night I dream of him, yearning to touch his thick sinew, lick dark chocolate skin, but just a glance of his half smile is enough for the evening.
There goes that Ghetto swagger right passed my door. I strain to see his backside as he steps away from view.
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