every wednesday madison woods posts a picture prompt to challenge writers to create a 100-word story or poem or anything that works for you. then post your work on your blog. additionally, on friday, you go back to her site and post a link to your blog entry in the comments on her friday fictioneers post.
i’m going to try to keep up with this, as should you. give it a shot. i prefer to stick to 100 words, but she doesn’t mind either way. not everyone has an hour and a half like i had this morning to sit and write, revise, edit, revise, edit, etc. until getting it down to 100 and telling everything you want to tell.
here’s this week’s picture. if you don’t want to read my entry or be influenced by what i wrote, then don’t scroll beyond the picture. until friday.
Heather reluctantly pulled her lips away, breathing heavily, chest pounding, his too. When John reached for her belt this time, she smiled. Back arched, she lifted her ass off the blanket covering the dirty, plywood floor. He tugged her jeans away, stood, removed his own. His ache was obvious, ready. He crawled up to kiss again. Her legs wrapped, pulled him against her. Warm and perfect.
“This so beats Algebra,” she groaned. “You’re brilliant.”
“Me? I just followed the map you put in my locker.”
“What map?” Ready lips fell silent. Eyes widened, then twitched.
Footsteps, coming up the stairs.