Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Wednesday Brief! Your Hump day dose of flash fiction!

Greetings everyone!

I'm back from my Berlin Holidays! (more of that in another post, soon, I promise) and what better way to celebrate than with a new Wednesday Brief story?!

"It was a dark and stormy night"


candy, crow, a length of rope


"When I saw his/her eyes, I just knew that..."


French kiss, French fry, third French object of your choice


penguin, ventriloquist, rapier


"Are you glad to see me or is that a (fill in the blank) in your pocket?"

I picked all the French ones. I'm not really all that satisfied with the ending but this is what I could come up with at the last minute. Enjoy! (and don't forget that the links to more awesome stories are at the bottom!)

Mermaid in a sea of fire

A drop of sweat rolled down his temple, across his cheek and paused at the edge of his lips before rolling down his chin. Damn, it was hot. Andrew passed his sweaty hands through his dirty blond hair. Ugh. Sweaty strands of hair stuck to his fingers and he desisted in the attempt to groom himself. Wiping his hands on his jeans, he took a swig of his Coke. He should have left the rundown bar as soon as he stepped inside and discovered they had no air conditioning but he’d seen her. Her dark eyes had pierced right through him, causing a nervous jitter to tap dance in his stomach as he made his way into the room. Sitting four benches away from her, he ordered a coke and watched the pretty brunette’s reflection in the bar’s mirror.
She sat on her own, eyes downcast, fixated on her plate of French fries. She ate slowly, taking one golden slice at a time, tasting the mayonnaise covered potatoes with relish. Once or twice, mayo stuck at the edge of her lips and as her tongue slid out to clean swipe it off, his cock happily stirred to life imagining those plump lips around his shaft.
He forced his eyes to the girl’s face. She was not stunningly beautiful but she had an aura of quiet confidence that appealed to him. His glance lowered and he found himself catching a glimpse of her cleavage, encased in a simple v-cut aquamarine t-shirt. Andrew swallowed and tried to drive his eyes away from the girl’s image. His sight rested on her hands. Her fingers were long and slender. Piano player fingers, he thought absentmindedly. While with one hand she daintily picked up the French fries, with the other she drummed her fingers on the grimy counter to the French song blaring from the dusty speakers.
He seemed to be poised in time, disturbed only by the unbearable heat that made his grey t-shirt stick to his skin as he watched, mesmerized, the unsuspecting girl. Andrew shook his head, trying to rid himself of the spell he seemed to be in. He glanced at his torn and wrinkled napkin, the name of the bar, "le chant de la sirène" barely readable. It was time to leave. He’d already stared at the girl long enough and she had not glanced at him again since he sat. For him, that was as good as a ‘get lost’ sign. As he stood from his stool, the girl turned to him, her large brown eyes, stilling him.
“Papa, augmente le volume, si vous plait.”
A chill raced down his spine at the sound of her voice, another followed as she met his stare head on and asked with a smile. “Voulez vous danser?”
Andrew nodded, unable to utter the simple French word for yes. He couldn’t dance to save his life but at that moment he didn’t care. Forgetting the unbearable heat, he became prisoner to the French mermaid’s spell. His surroundings melted and all he could see was the smile of an angel.
“Papa, le musique!” With a comforting smile she took his hand and guided him to the small empty space left between chairs and tables.
“Oui, oui!” Andrew heard from behind the bar as a man fumbled and suddenly the French song blared louder through the old stereo system. He started as the brunette brazenly wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body to his. With a wicked smile she began to move against him like a fish in water. Andrew’s breath stuck in his throat. Unsure of what to do, he stayed still as the girl used him to balance her daring dance moves to the upbeat French song.
“You’re not much of a dancer,” she said in broken English.
Andrew smiled. “No—“
“More of a watcher,” she teased.
Andrew felt the back of his neck burn in embarrassment. So she had noticed that he had been staring.
“That’s okay,” she said, stepping even closer to him. “I like to watch too.”
Andrew nodded, speechless.
“What else do you like to do?” The brunette bit her lower lip, inevitably drawing his eyes to them. Before he knew what he was saying, Andrew was replying, “to kiss.”
The brunette laughed. “Excellent, me too.”
Then she was kissing him. Her lips brushed against his, and as he opened his mouth her tongue delved inside, caressing his in a light feather touch that caused goosebumps to rise on his skin. Wrapping his hands around her waist and pulling her closer, he swiped his tongue against the top of her mouth. She gasped and he took the opportunity to deepen the french kiss.
“Lisette,” she whispered huskily as they caught their breaths, “my name is Lisette.”
“Andrew. I—“
“I’ll be ready at 8. You can pick me up here.”
Andrew nodded and watched as Lisette walked back to the bar and sat on her stool. With an absent minded nod to himself, he walked towards the door. He smiled as he stepped outside. Scorching heat raced to meet him. It was no longer a bother for inside the grimy bar waited the mermaid that would keep him cool.

Wednesday Briefers:


  1. Broken? That mermaid speaks in perfect English! ;)

  2. Love it. She's a proper little minx and I hope to see more of her, although I think this would stand alone if you want to whip up something fresh next week.

  3. Wow FANTASTIC! Loved the story and the mermaid pic is beautiful.

  4. I enjoyed the story, and that mermaid picture is beautiful! I have always wanted to write one, that is definite inspiration!

  5. Okay, that was a totally cool picture! Loved the story!


  6. What a tease... and she's so good at it, too. :) Great fun!

  7. I loved the pic and the story. Nicely done!

    SLira/Michael Mandrake

  8. Wow, that was very good. So very sexy.


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