Friday, February 3, 2012
Flash Fiction Friday
Angelo reached out to remove one of the leaves from Dabe's hair, but coulnd't bring himself to do it. The yellow looked so bold in the darkness, a perfect contrast of emotions.
"You know he is going to find us, right?" Dave looked up, his dark eyes reflecting the cobalt blue sky. There was so much worry in them that Angelo nearly wept.
"He can't hurt us anymore." Angelo slid his fingers down the tight skin of Dave's belly. He's dead now." His hand slipped under the denim and found the raging heat of Dave's erection.
"That's what worries me."
I was invited to participate in this Flash Fiction Friday by Lisa Worral, who is quickly becoming a fantastic friend. Please check out her site, and show her love. She is an amazingly brilliant writer.
Check out this link to find other amazing Flasher Fiction Friday writers as well. http://flasherfictionfriday.blogspot.com/