A bit late today. Had trouble getting this story going in the way I wanted it to! Plus it was a day for Skyping and dining with friends! Priorities, eh?
Thanks to Rochelle for being there week after week and making us squeeze our creative juices into a 100-word story. This challenge is the highlight of my week. Thank you to Liz Young for this great photo. I am sure there will be death and mayhem galore this week. Just not from me! Do click on Rochelle’s name for the how-to of this challenge or, if you are not ready to take the plunge but would like to see how 80 (give or take) other writers are inspired, click on the blue frog!
Word count: Always 100
Very Much Alive
Sitting on the bench, eyes closed, she could still feel his touch, his kisses, hear his whispered sweet nothings. It had been so long since she had felt a man’s touch beyond a handshake and a chaste kiss on each cheek. She had felt so alive and sexy.
She flushed thinking just how far those touches and kisses had gotten…
“Mom!” Her son’s yell jarred her back to the present. “What the hell? Arrested for indecent exposure at your age? Seriously, in a graveyard of all places? Moms do NOT do things like that. Ever!”
She smiled. “Maybe they do.”