Posts Tagged ‘devil’

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Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction postings at:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/03/12/14-march-2014/

For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, it’s time to collect.

Here’s my contribution:

His Due

Brackish water swelled on the coming tide, choking the river basin, black as the moonless night, and full of dark terrors. Emory settled into his wooden chaise-longue at the dock termination, and closed his eyes. He breathed deeply the thick, humid night, tasted the salt and decay, and reveled in his remembrance of that long ago St. Augustine night. He recalled the clinging dress, the slow gyrations of her sinful hips, sweat beads like diamonds upon her neck and breasts, her full and hungry lips, and the jazz so sultry. He still owed that debt and how Ol’ Tick thirsted.

jKb

 These widgets have not been my friend. Just don’t seem to want to link up and work. Sorry.

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I am travelling and do not have easy or reliable access and cannot follow my regular format. However, this prompt did it’s job so I am huddled beneath some shade, sipping beer from a plastic cup, and writing on my cell phone, hoping to attach all this inside the hotel business office at some point.

A thought from last eve…ever wonder why hundreds of zombies only shuffle after those fleeing teens? Have you ever seen the fireworks in Disney then tried to leave quickly?

Here’s this weeks contribution:

Prey Or Other

The piano man stroked keys favoring ebony at this St. Augustine bar. Women shimmered in candle light, writhing a smokey coital grind. In a nook round an island of mounded glassware with a smoldering center, Cleveland engaged the traveler. He wore a tight collar fronted in white. Serpentining rosary were choked by restless fingers.

The two held palaver.

It’s not I who needs saving, friend.”

The drink is a demon’s bite, as a vampire steals life in sips.”

If it’s your mission to save my soul, good sir, speak plainly. But first, play us a Godly hymn.”

jKb