“Welcome to “Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge.” Each week I will be posting a photo I grab off the internet and challenging bloggers to write a flash fiction piece or a poem inspired by the photo. There are no style or word limits.
Ho looked he saw the time he looked he saw the face he looked he heard the chime he looked he knew the place he looked ha can’t be late he looked he began to run he looked he thought it’s fate he looked he faced the sun he looked he saw the clock he saw the time he saw the face he heard the chime he knew the place he wasn’t late he didn’t run he knew of fate he faced the sun it was his time.
It always happens at this time. These feelings rise, emotions are set loose. A full moon sending rays of light through my being, thoughts of you, your soft sensuality. My senses are filled with the scent of you – the taste of your lips the warm fragrance of your skin. The softness of your skin as it tingles with my gentle touch. The feelings of desire that fill me as your body presses against mine urging for a firmer touch as your lips seek out mine, tongues exploring as hands flow around bodies yearning for more. Fingers touching those places which send slight gasps from moist lips that are seemingly locked together. The urging as naked bodies slide against each other, my hardness pressing against your soft, warm moistness seeking to enter to be enveloped by you to swell and pulsate as matching rhythms of desire and wanting ebb and flow as bodies, minds and souls fly as one in a passion that only we can understand as a full moon takes my senses on a trip of my love, of my desire for you. My most beautiful and wonderful woman A woman who most men can only dream of but who can fulfill my feelings with joy and elation.
Easy. Each week I’ll provide a prompt to inspire you to write a very short story. The idea is to manage to type your whole story in a minute or less. Of course, you can think about it before hitting the keyboard, and you can take all your time to edit it afterwards…
This way that way the door stops here……. on reflection