These things tend to be short pieces that may or may not be the beginning of something else. They are, this month at least, just 101 words only. They dont always finish, I just like to try and evoke a certain feeling or scene. I also decided to combine this with M’s prompts. Today it was ‘Jet Lagged and Jilted’. I am going to try tell a short tale in 6 one hundred and one word pieces. To be honest this was rather rushed and it might end at 1 of 6. Just trying something different.
Entering my office the first thing I noticed was her legs were as long as the days were hot. Or was it that she was as hot as the days were long? Either way I knew she was going to be trouble.
I watched as she lit a cigarette and used my favourite cup as an ashtray. She smiled in a way that told me that this was going to be cost me no matter what I charged her, and as smoke curled from her dark red lips she spoke, her voice like syrup.
“I need you to find my husband”