The Woo Way ~ #fridayfictioneers ~ 1/22/2014

Good Afternoon Friday Fictioneer Addicts and fellow readers. Your mission (should you choose to accept it): Write a 100 word story. As always, should you get caught going over the word limit we may have to disavow your actions (no fear-no firing squads here). The inspiration you require is in the dossier provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This message is set to self destruct in five seconds (God, I hope my story isn’t that bad). Good Luck!

bjc3b6rn-19Copyright – Björn Rudberg

 
The Woo Way

“I’ll show you the way” she mumbled under rancid breath, once manicured fingernails full of dirt. Wax on, Wax off my ass. The sweltering heat reminding she hadn’t showered in days.

Jean Paul, her answer to a  prayer. After Weeks of go-sees, cattle-call lines, presenting her portfolio to disdain, she was tired. “Come away with me”, he’d whispered over the nightclub’s boom-boom-boom.

“We’ll make wine.” She knew he meant love.

“Where?”

“Madeira…….my home”

Wiping her brow she looked over the hill’s expanse. From behind JP’s arms encircled her. Gently he kissed her neck. “God you’re beautiful”.

Our Home, she blushed.

 

Word Count: 100

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34 thoughts on “The Woo Way ~ #fridayfictioneers ~ 1/22/2014

    • No not every girls……I think my desire to start over somewhere far away collided with a little romance. So much cleaner in fiction. Perhaps this is why I included the dirt- my subconscious attempt to keep the fantasy real. ;) Thanks Rochelle.

  1. Lovely writing, but I’m not too sure what’s going on in the story. I’m not sure what portfolio she’s presenting to whom, or why she’s so smelly, and doesn’t JP notice that with his arms around her… But the writing is great, so it does make want to know!

    • Ha! I left a clue in the word go-see. The challenge of 100 words. She is a model or was a model. JP whisked her to the edge of the world. I imagined with no traditional plumbing hence the film building up on her body. However neither of them care. That’s the fantasy of it all.

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