The Sunday Whirl presented these twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece.
rifle grass flush steam radiance beetle perfume drifted swaying hypnotic hiss skin
Didn't use steam but it was steamy enough.
The Meeting
“He’s away.
On a business trip.”
On a business trip.”
Their eyes ask,
their eyes answer.
The bodies concur.
They walk to the beach,
a rug on the grass.
She undoes
his shirt,
slowly—
fabric loosening,
intent made clear.
He turns her,
breathes her in—
perfume,
hypnotic,
entrancing.
breathes her in—
perfume,
hypnotic,
entrancing.
The hiss of satin
sliding over skin.
Iridescent fabric,
a green beetle,
falls to the ground.
She turns to face him—
unabashed,
natural radiance.
Skin on skin.
No questions.
Only answers.
Swaying together,
the rhythm of waves
drifting in
from the beach.
Time loosens.
Breath deepens.
A faint flush,
warmth rising,
then quiet.
He kneels up,
looking down at her
lying before him.
Behind him,
nearby,
very close—
the unmistakable sound
of a rifle
being cocked.
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