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Whispered Wants

Whispered Wants, flash fiction post by Mel A ROWE

She inhaled deeply, basking in his manly aroma. His large palms cocooned her hands. Staring deep into his eyes where the world around them no longer registered.

He leaned in closer and whispered the words, ‘my little blood-puddin!’

‘Huh?’ She blinked at him as if flushing out an eyelash. Continue reading “Whispered Wants”

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I’m Sorry

I'm Sorry - R&R Ramblings

‘I’m so sorry,’ Bob whimpered, as tears trickled down his cheeks. ‘I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. I’m sorry I always gave you the smallest serve of the meals. I’m sorry I gave you hottest beer first. I’m sorry I put the chilli in your toothpaste, on the toilet seat, and on the rim of your beer glass. Sorry, I diluted your rum with tea when I pinched your stash. Continue reading “I’m Sorry”

Residency

 

Residency- R&R Ramblings

Finally, the day was here – the world would stop moving. He couldn’t wait. Standing at the doors with his bag they opened with a hiss. It was only a small step, but it was the biggest one he’d taken in a year. Continue reading “Residency”

Delineate

Delineate- R&R Ramblings

‘His nose was regal, no—hornish, no—bugle like. And it had all these blues lines spreading out across the bridge like a city’s streetscape at night.’

‘Ah, huh. Eyes?’

‘Oh, the eyes. Like the cobalt blue of a winter sky in the Outback, cold, empty and big.’

‘Ya could’ve just said blue. Shape?’

‘What do you mean shape?’

‘Almond, tiered, you know.’

‘No. Do you have a brochure of types to choose from?’ Continue reading “Delineate”

Realistic Illusions

Realistic Illusions- R&R Ramblings

‘The lines, the curves, it so draws the eye. Don’t you think?’ She asked tipping her manicured nail against her chin.

Eyes squinted, head titled, he said, ‘I quite agree. The way the colours blend into a sense of surrealism.’ Continue reading “Realistic Illusions”

Tribal

Tribal- R&R Ramblings
The flames reflected the war paint smeared across hair and faces which only pronounced the shine in their eyes. The aroma of cooked liver and fried cables mingled with melting plastic that sizzled beneath the flames. The bass bellowed from the stereo competed with heartbeats as adrenaline spiked to the raw heavy metal pounding their ears.
 Ripped from a dream, the lights came on, and the sound stopped mid-metallic-scream.
 ‘What the hell is going on out here?’ The man’s voice echoed across the courtyard. Continue reading “Tribal”

Adulting

Adulting - R&R Ramblings

Sally stepped into her apartment, leaned her bike against the wall and dumped her backpack onto the floor. ‘Mum, Dad, Sis and your latest boyfriend, and Mr. Jamieson my school principal, and who are you?’

‘The lady at the local milk bar.’

‘Thought you looked familiar. Why are you all sitting in my living room?’

‘Good question.’ The little old lady looked to those seated in fold-up chairs. Continue reading “Adulting”

Correct Placement

Correct Placement - RuralRomanticRamblings.com“…and he attempts to slip in the chip’s packet beside the celery, will he get away with it?”

He eyes off his comrade from the commentary box. “So far, so good, sports fans, as he tempts fate by slipping in the big block of chocolate.”

Ooh, bad call, my man. Should’ve gone for the smaller size, it’s easier to slide between the bread loaves.”

“I agree. But wait, no, she spotted… the chips.” Continue reading “Correct Placement”

Elective Corrections

Elective Corrections - RuralRomanticRamblings.com

 

“Are you sure?”

He inhaled and his chest rose, licked his lips and nodded. “Yeah, hit me.”

“Okay, man.” The whirl of the gun came to life. The inked needle pressed against the skin on the guy’s upper arm. “So, um, I gotta ask why?”

“You’re the best in corrective tattoos, that’s why I’m here.”

“I get that bit, and our team’s well trained for that purpose. But, what I gotta know, man, is why?”

“Surely you’ve heard all the stories?”

“Yeah. But, you’re the first one who wants this kick-arse reaper changed into a butterfly?”

(100 words)

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