He groaned, chills racing over his body as she engulfed him. He could see right through her, could see himself moving inside her ethereal form. But she felt real enough – tight and wet, though strangely cold.
She rode him with fervid abandon, low moans drifting from her lips, tossing her head, bucking wildly. Yet none of her actions stirred so much as a breath of air. She screamed like – well, like a banshee – when she came. And he came too, firing white bursts into her, plunging hard into her nothingness.
And then she was gone. Only streaks of ectoplasm remained....
(This is my entry for Spanky and Tiggs's Flash Fiction Friday Challenge #10: 100 words on the photo shown above, this time with a Halloween theme. Want to play too? Then stop by and check out the guidelines.)
-- PB
Ooooh nice!! Happy Samhain to you!!
ReplyDeleteOh and thank you for the comments on my last story! the discussion continues!
A Salon for real!
I'm glad you liked this one -- it seems to be mostly ignored today. I guess everyone is already off celebrating their Halloween. :) Thanks for dropping by!
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I liked it...a nice haunting story.
ReplyDeleteKatia
Katia: Glad you liked it! Thanks for dropping by.
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Oooh, I like this one. Happy FFF, PB!
ReplyDeleteLuna: Excellent. Happy FFF to you as well, lovely Luna.
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