Friday, October 7, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday # 3

Not a very good one, but my imagination is slowly leaving me... So I have to do without it...Anyway, here are the 100 words for one pic.

Michael closed the door to his apartment and listened. No sounds. Where was John? He looked in the kitchen, the living room, still no trace of him. The bedroom. Of course, it was their anniversary so that must be where he was. He tiptoed across the hall and reached the bedroom door. He silently opened it to find John posing on the bed in a lascivious way with a very serious face. Michael burst out laughing “what with the face?” John pouted “I wanted to be sexy but failed miserably”. “No you didn’t. You’re always sexy to me. Come here….”

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