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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/2014/09/24/26-september-2014/

For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, let’s make you a star.

Here’s my contribution:

Digital Age

He’d met her at a tasting and they’d discussed Tuscan wine. When Brandon suggested they slip out unnoticed and head back to his place where he kept a wine-cellar she’d immediately gathered her coat.

Now in the cellar, Brandon swirled then tipped the glass pretending to admire the way the wine clung to the sides. He glanced at the concealed camera, the light was red. Cheryl sniffed hers then made some comment about flowers or some bullshit, he didn’t much care.

She tilted back and allowed the liquid to enter her mouth and Brandon knew it wouldn’t be much longer.

jKb

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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/2014/02/12/14-february-2014/

For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, raise your glass.

Here’s my contribution:

The Toast

“Do you remember the sunset at that lovely winery, something Oak? It looked back across that ridgeline. The sky was like cotton candy.” Philemon swirled his Bordeaux, explored the sunlight through the goblet, inhaled the bouquet, sipped. “The wine was crap, but those views…breathtaking.”

Philemon rocked back and forth upon his patent leather loafers and chuffed his Romeo Y Julieta.

A gentle breeze swirled and tickled the nape of his neck. Philemon glowed, ever the gentleman, his glass raised. He unzipped his fly and let go his bladder upon the one black brick in the patio.

“Happy Valentine’s you bitch.”

jKb

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Thank you again to MadisonWoods for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction Friday postings at:

http://madison-woods.com/index-of-stories/grapevines/

For those who are new, MadisonWoods shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers will compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Welcome to the grande illusion!

Here’s my contribution:

What You Wish For

Nestled among grapevines upon this rise far from prying eyes he unrolls her blanket, pours her wine, arranges cheeses and spreads, fans out crackers, meticulous, each detail. He queries if she appreciates the privacy of his secret place, if she is happy and in love as he. Sipping, inhaling, savoring, seduced by sliding sun.

She lays, quiet.

Curious. “Isn’t this exactly what you sought with him?” He indulges in another tender morsel.

Fragrances of freshly turned earth. Nearby, a cool, shallow hollow.

She shivers. Silently welling, a tear spills.

He kisses her taped mouth. 

Receding sun welcomes coming romance.

jKb