Every Wednesday we get a new picture prompt for the Friday Fictioneers, a writing challenge graciously hosted by our Fairy Blog Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
The task of the challenge is to write a story: beginning, middle, and end, in 100 words or less. You can find all the Fictioneers’ stories when you click on the little frog. Please read, comment, and if you like, join the fun. Everyone is welcome.
Image © Anshu Bhojnagarwala Used with permission for this Friday Fictioneers Challenge only. Any other use of this image requires Anshu Bhojnagarwala’s permission.
I play our song on the old piano.
I can feel you, smell you before you’re even here. Your scent is uniquely you: sweet and arousing at the same time, intoxicating me.
Your breath wandering from shoulder to jaw line to lips makes my body shiver in anticipation.
Your whispered words of desire kindle my own, deep down in my core, and let my body answer: flushed, ready to explode.
I drink you in with my eyes: your perfect body, your angelic face.
You are forever young, my ghostly lover. You are forever mine.
Good thing that I killed you.