Friday Fictioneers is sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The idea is to write a 100 word story with a beginning, middle and end based on the photo prompt.
Photo copyright: Janet Webb
“Your place or mine?” He watched her strip like no female he had ever seen strip before.
“Can’t be mine,” she garbled between mouthfuls. “My family would kill us.”
“Well,” he paused for effect before delivering his favourite line, “I live alone.”
She immediately stopped stripping, turned her head sideways and stared at him with her massive eyes.
He had her. “Follow me.”
They took off. She carelessly dropped her hard-won ball of wood, afraid it would slow her and she would lose him.
He alit upon a small, conspicuously empty comb nestled among glimmering rocks. She landed beside him.