FFM 20 ~ A Square of ClothTheresa shivered at the touch of the other woman, as she returned the scarf she'd retrieved. It wasn't particularly cold though.FFM 20 ~ A Square of Cloth1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Are you ok?"
"A little cold." She shrugged.
The woman raised an eyebrow. The fresh breeze was actually welcome in the heat. The beautiful woman with gorgeous coloured red curls had used the scarf to hold her hair but the wind had blown it away. She looked like one of the 1960s movie stars. She was one of these people, both men and women wanted. In fact, had she not been scared, Theresa would have loved a taste of her lips.
"Let me offer you a coffee, or tea, or whatever you want. I would have hated to lose that Hermes scarf. It was a gift and I hold it dearly."
Theresa forced a smile. How many men had this woman killed with that particular scarf? Not that she could tell her that. She would sentence herself. The square of cloth had flown almost right into her hands, as if intending for her to return it to its owner.
"Thank you, you don't have to."
"Sure I do.
A Slice of CakeShe got out from under the sheets and looked at him, he was just sitting there reading a book that she had never heard of. She had the sudden urge for sweets and quickly remembered that there was left over chocolate cake in the fridge. Uncovering herself, her bare skin felt cool against the night air that was seeping in through the window that they had opened. She asked him gently if he had wanted his own slice of cake and he agreed hesitatingly, knowing that it was late and sugar would keep him up for a few more hours. She would keep him up for a few more hours. She left the room then and went to the kitchen, her bare toes ached on the cold tile floor and she was suddenly happy that she had grabbed her warm housecoat from the hook. She thought of him as she grabbed the cake from the fridge, it was covered in foil because they had forgot to buy saran-wrap. He was her everything but she knew that she was no longer his. He wasn’t the same man that she had fallen in love with all ofA Slice of Cake2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This