Lips red as blood stretch in a smile. Long lashes lie low. Her face lights as he touches her, pulls her in. Strong arms wrap around her waist. Her comfort wavers. Hands move down her, slowly.
Too slowly, deliberately, too low.
Tentatively she pulls back. Her lips fall open, protests gasping and crawling up her throat. She chokes in her attempt to speak but words fail her as she watches him through drained eyes. He is a tiger - once dormant, now preying closer. Woken, wild with hunger.
His eyes are wide as hers but for a different reason. He reaches, she whimpers. He raises, rears over her. She fades, breathes out. Shaky. Lips, red as blood, are silenced by his mouth on hers.
Sun rises, moon fades. Days pass, nights spent in discomfort - a tangle of sweaty limbs and aching - a low pang, then in her throat, then her chest.
One sunrise, she wakes early to the feel of him against her. He stirs, too close. His arm is heavy on her breast. In the glow of that morning she gathers the strength to push away his hands, lace her shoes, and shut the door behind her.
[exactly 200 words]
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FLASH FICTION
Short StoryAn anthology of my flash fiction works. I'm somewhat new to the art of short story writing, so any feedback would be greatly appreciated.
