They both have overwhelming desires: his emotional while hers sexual. Together they’re the perfect distraction. “Meet me in the back stairs,” the note in his back pocket read. Abruptly, he stood up during his meeting, everyone stared. “I-I, uh, need some air.”
Hurriedly, he made his way to the back stairs. The second she saw him, she pushed him against the wall and desperately pressed her lips against his. He placed a hand at the base of her neck, supporting her as they melted into one. He pressed her closer and then came a devastating loud crack. She was dead.
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.