Friday, August 28, 2009
Flash Fiction Friday
Empty, hurting, exhausted, used and discarded like a toy. How could she have known it'd come to this when she answered a comment about her HNT pic?
She'd thought, “there's no harm in just talking to him”. Then she'd thought “there's no harm in meeting him”. Then, no thought at all as his cock vanished down her throat and she vanished in a red haze. Such power....
This is my entry for Spanky's Flash Fiction Friday: 69 words about the picture shown above. She looks sad and tired to me, so no matter how I wanted to create something pleasant, it kept turning into something different. If you want to play too, go see Spanky's post.