Flash Fiction: There isn’t a standard specific definition for this term beyond “extremely short”, but for the purposes of my “Flash Fiction Friday” posts it will mean a precisely 100-word story scene written from a photo prompt.
Today’s prompt picture is:
Since the men in this painting match both the coloring and relative sizes of the main characters in my recent release, ’Til Death Do Us Part, I thought I’d make up a bonus scene featuring them. Sam is the blond, Henry the brunet.
Sam landed a kiss to my ear, then wrapped his arms around my shoulders. I held him tightly around the waist, and we stood there rocking as the tub filled. Simple, uncomplicated moments like this were what I’d missed most of all. I felt so absurdly safe in Sam’s arms. Sure I’d longed for his advice, his company, full-on unrestrained sex, and even his corny sense of humor. But, there was something about the warm, calming sensations that a mere hug delivered that went above and beyond.
“Henry?” Sam whispered.
“I love you so much. Just so damned much.”
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