Flash Fiction FridayWelcome to this week’s Flash Fiction Friday. A picture may be worth a thousand words but not for us. We have a picture about which we write a story of 100 words, no more and no less. I am joined by some fabulous writers today who give their take on a picture. To see the picture and the other members click this blog link: Flasher Fiction Friday
When the hand clamped on my mouth my cat Wyskers let out an outraged shriek and I couldn’t help but appreciate her protectiveness of me. The good feeling didn’t last long.
Who was in my house and what did they want? Had I interrupted a robbery; a shame really because I didn’t have much worth stealing.
Were things so boring I was excited to be molested in my own house? I’d have to make some serious changes with my humdrum life.
My first priority, go all Stockholm Syndrome and seduce the hottie with his arms wrapped around me. . .