Hello my pretties and welcome to Flash Fiction Friday, where you will find one hundred words per week based upon a picture chosen at random by either myself or my cohorts in this marvellous adventure. Make sure you follow the links both within the one hundred and at the bottom of this post to see what other delights await you.
Sue sighed heavily; he was whistling in the shower—again—except he couldn’t carry a tune in a handbag. She’d been lying on the bed when he’d arrived home and he’d gazed at her, a smile curving his lips. “I’ll be two minutes.”
Two minutes my ass. Fifteen minutes later he was still fucking whistling and she was feeling less femme fatale and more femme fa-corpse as she waited. Maybe he’d move faster if he knew she’d been in this position and several other more acrobatic ones all day with one subtle difference… the gardener didn’t whistle in the shower.
A huge thank you to my bestie, Sue Brown for allowing me to lay her horizontally on the bed this week. Make sure you click on her name to check out her blog and her new releases, Light of Day (Nightporter 2) and Masquerade: The Layered Mask.
See you next week!