Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction Friday postings at:
For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come. If you’ve got something to offer. Or, bring something to sedate my demons, cause they bite.
They’ll rip you fucking heart out.
Here’s my contribution:
It’s two a.m. and the fucking heat has finally broken. I’m wondering if it was something super-natural or the Crown Royal. I think the drink might just prevail.
Nothing loves you like the heat, you know?
And the drink.
God, the ice; the sticky suck of my lips over the lip of the glass.
And the sweaty heat.
And that dress. That clinging dress.
Slipping toward heaven.
And the Crown.
The cabby’s horn; a poet’s sax.
Jesus. My tongue, wetting my lips and tasting your salt.
That smoky bite.