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For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, eat your fill and more, so much more.
Here’s my contribution:
Edward enjoyed pretty things, sparklies, toys and trinkets.
He would observe the children going to and fro while mopping up or emptying waste bins. They mindlessly clutched items which Edward believed to be unappreciated. They didn’t deserve the pretties.
So he gathered them.
And there was such a thrill in retrieving the prizes, late at night, slithering through an unlocked window.
Tonight, he stepped soundlessly, saliva flooding his mouth, full arousal in his trousers. The bedded child murmured, lips parted, then, her twinkling eyes fluttered open.
His hard hand clamped immediately over her cherub face.
“No. Shhhhh. You mustn’t scream.”