La petite mort : 55 Word Fiction


She felt his hungry gaze and tilted her shapely legs to give him a better view

Her body responding to the invitation.

Sheer black stockings.

Hauntingly beautiful.

Soft. Sensuous.

Aroused he felt moist, hot & hard .

An exquisite pleasure.

Ecstasy.

La petite mort

Liberation

Sex, She grinned

Perfect weapon, he thought.

Escape


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He loved the rain and the cool breeze. Lying down on his back he watched the drama unfold in the sky.

The silence was uncanny.

Murky mist seeps through the very core of his being.

His thoughts  frozen in time.

Memories closed in like a blizzard of snow.

He shivered.

The trees, their heads bowed, cried ceaselessly.

The railway track was bone chilling.

How long?  He wondered.

Suddenly the tracks hummed.

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