“Bad boy, staring at my legs like that.” She pushed the toe of her shoe against his shoulder, rocking him gently. “That’s what gets you into trouble. First you’re staring. Then touching. Then. Well, then you go too far is all, and then I have to clean up the mess.”
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Every Wednesday Randi Wisoff-Fields posts a picture prompt challenging writers to create a 100-word story, poem, or whatever works for you. After posting your work on your blog, go back to her site and add your link on her Friday Fictioneers post. Place. Page. Give it a shot. I prefer to stick to 100 words, but she doesn’t mind either…
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