100 on Drizzle

It is that kind of day, cast over, clouds of navy and grey blocking any of the sun’s rays. I suppose I should be glad, nature’s watering day, yet the ground squelches its soggy belch. My sandaled feet drown in puddles (no one said I was smart that way). Even the butterflies and birds refuse to fly. Today should be a holiday, a volunteered Saturday. I’d curl into a book with coffee or tea in hand. Hibernate away the day. Drizzle honey on a warm piece of toast or toast to my honey as we slip into another 100 words.  

A Slave For You

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When she looked at me, fire ran through my veins, hot, slicing the visceral parts of me. Humbling with those hungry eyes and that wanton mouth, how easily I forget the child staring back at me from behind the mask of green. I want to take her, claim her, make her bend and cede to my will. Yet she has me chained, in mind, then body, bound to her, for her, and only her.

– Thandre Price  (A Character)*

 

*Snippet from unfinished novel in Nomad Series by Teresa Little