#StoryIn12 - August

Another month, another collection of micro fiction for #StoryIn12, the flash fiction meme on twitter, hosted by Molly (aka @mollysdailykiss) and Wriggly Kitty (aka @Wriggly_Kitty). This time I have surpassed myself and actually managed to come up with a story for all 31 daily prompts.

Here are this month’s contributions:

• Vice – The migraine felt like his head was being crushed in a vice.
• Letter – One letter at a time, he slowly deciphered the secret message’s meaning.
• Husband – She didn’t need a husband, all she really needed was a lover.
• Sunday – Sunday: the end of the weekend, a new week full of potential.
• Fight – Not wanting to fight, he retreated into the safety of the shadows.
• French – He couldn’t speak French but he understood her intention; desire is universal.
• Grace – He said grace, then lent forward between her legs to taste her.
• Barefoot – Walking barefoot through the breaking waves was one of life’s simple pleasures.
• Reflection – The reflection didn’t lie, instead it told an all too painful truth.
• Broken – The effort of staying strong for so long had finally broken him.
• Filthy – I’m in such a filthy mood, it’s probably best to avoid me.
• Cream – It had a texture like cream and left a rich, bitter aftertaste.
• Dance – Dance like no one is watching. She danced, and no one was.
• Circle – One at a time, taking each other’s hands, they completed the circle.
• Swallow – “You may swallow now, little one”, he said softly, “It’s your reward”.
• Victory – They called it victory but it came at too high a price.
• Remedy – There were no quick fixes available. A full remedy would take time.
• Honour – The offer of her submission was an honour he could not refuse.
• Dead – Another day of coming to terms with the fact I’m not dead.
• Taste – The taste of her lingered on his lips long after she’d gone.
• Message – Smiling, she tilted her screen away to read his message in private.
• Judge – Judge me if you wish. I am who I am; nothing else.
• Rose – She rose; a triumphant phoenix from the ashes of her former self.
• Demand – It was a simple demand, but it would have a profound impact.
• Attack – It was a surprise attack and it was devastating in its effect.
• Exam – Opening the envelope, dread turned to joy upon seeing his exam results.
• Wine – She tasted like a fine wine; an intense pleasure on my tongue.
• Imaginary – Unlike her husband, the imaginary lovers of her fantasy satisfied her completely.
• Satisfied – As it always did, his tongue left her drained but completely satisfied.
• Knock – The gentle knock at the door startled her out of her daydream.
• Nasty – It could have been a nasty fall. Only his pride was hurt.

KW