Continued from Sweet Shop…
He’s intimidated by the size of my house. Seventeen rooms and not a single child to tuck in at night, to chase down the hollow halls echoing with laughter.
He pauses at the entrance to the gardens, caresses vines wrapped around the wrought-iron gate. “I guess I’m your overworked, sexy Latin landscaper.”
“But not underpaid.”
We don’t make it inside. On the wooden bench, surrounded by azalea blossoms, he pricks me within, and my frozen interior bursts.
word count: 77
Up Next: Part 4 – Testing the Waters
The challenge is to blog every other day June 17 through June 30, using the theme or prompts as inspiration.
The theme is seven, so I’m posting a series of seven stories at seventy-seven words each. Each day also has a prompt based on a famous book title, and while I’ve unfortunately never read any of the books listed, I think I can work with the funny play on words.
Today’s prompt is: Of Ice and Men
I hope you enjoyed this quick short-short, and be sure to come back on Friday for the continuation!