Mornin’, Joe

The slow ringing bells would’ve lulled me back to sleep had my pillow not been vibrating. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, sink my feet into tennis shoes.

He’s hot, I remind myself as I pry eyelids open, scratch sleep from the corners. Jogging on the beach doesn’t sound painful. We’ll run pier to pier, stop for a bagel on the way home…

I pretend I’ve just finished stretching when I answer the door. Instead of his steel, gray eyes, I am greeted by a harness and rope.

“I know this great place for rock climbing!”

word count: 100

—Nortina


sandraFriday Fictioneers is a weekly challenge where you must write a story in 100 words or less using the provided photo prompt as inspiration. Click the froggy icon to ready other stories and add your own.

Jogging the Morning After

He is still in my bed. Funny. When a guy brings back a girl for a one night stand, he expects her to be gone before the sun, but when he comes to her place, he can make himself comfortably at home.

I stand naked at the foot of my bed, watching him sleep. He has coarse stubble on his chin and jawline. I guess that’s why my upper lip is burning like fire. His nose is flat and wide, his eyes too far apart, his eyebrows almost meet together in a unibrow. He was much cuter last night. Alcohol really is a powerful drug.

I take a pair of shorts and a sports bra from my dresser. I slip into them and snatch my iPod and ear buds from the table on my way out the door. The morning, San Francisco air is chillier than I expected, but I plug in my ear buds and commence my jog. He’d better be gone by the time I get back. I’m not cooking breakfast.

word count: 173

—Nortina


This is in response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: write a story in 100-150 words (give or take 25 words) using the provided photo prompt as inspiration.

Click on the froggy icon to read other stories and add your own!

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