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| ("White Drape" by Ricardo "r/ace" Acevedo) |
"Sit down! No, not there. The chair against the wall."
Slowly, reluctantly, she stood up off the sofa and slid smoothly into the chair. Her nakedness was silhouetted in the gathering dark that shot odd shadows over the contours of her pale skin.
She just sat there staring up at him. He couldn’t tell if it was disdain or shame on her face. She just leered silently.
He walked over, snatched a corner of the chair’s covering and threw it. It landed half way across her body. Still she didn’t move or speak. He stood there, staring down, stoic. She continued her silent stare, but the corner of her mouth started to quiver just slightly.
He walked back across the room, picked up the control, pressed the Play button and said, “Just exactly who is this man?”
She adjusted her position but remained silent. She did not look at the scene, but tears began filling the corners of her eyes.
Slowly, reluctantly, she stood up off the sofa and slid smoothly into the chair. Her nakedness was silhouetted in the gathering dark that shot odd shadows over the contours of her pale skin.
She just sat there staring up at him. He couldn’t tell if it was disdain or shame on her face. She just leered silently.
He walked over, snatched a corner of the chair’s covering and threw it. It landed half way across her body. Still she didn’t move or speak. He stood there, staring down, stoic. She continued her silent stare, but the corner of her mouth started to quiver just slightly.
He walked back across the room, picked up the control, pressed the Play button and said, “Just exactly who is this man?”
She adjusted her position but remained silent. She did not look at the scene, but tears began filling the corners of her eyes.
The challenge, use the picture above to write a flash fiction of 60-160 words, using the phrase "...the gathering dark..."
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Your narration fits her expression perfectly
ReplyDeleteBam. Like a fist to the gut. I've been in positions like this, not exactly, but close enough to know the precise feeling you're describing, that blustery bluff that comes crumbling down. Good job.
ReplyDeleteShe does look very guilty.
ReplyDeleteooh... ow ow ow *wince*
ReplyDeletevery nice, very cruel.. I like XD
Oooh, the confrontation by the wronged man. Nicely creative! I like it, and it fits this pic really well.
ReplyDeleteHappy FFF!
Oh my! This is juicy! I wanna read more! Happy FFF!
ReplyDeleteYour storytelling is so full and rich, for such a short tidbit. A lovely amuse bouche, but will we ever get the main course? If we ask nicely?
ReplyDeletePlease.
k.
Thank you all, yes there is something about the expression on her face, the tilt of her head, the defiant way she sits - open to each author's interpretation and perspective - - a really expressive picture.
ReplyDeleteYes, Max, or a disappointed dad? or pissed pimp? who knows for sure?
Sweets, monkey - if only there could be more, but I used up all 160 words allotted to me, alas.
I can't decided if she was silly enough to make the recording herself or if he did a nanny-cam spy bear thing!!! I loved this :D
ReplyDeleteyes yes yes... I like this one! "WHO?" what a gut wrenching question to have to ask or answer.
ReplyDeletepowerful stuff.
Very powerfully written... nice.
ReplyDeleteAwesome, creative write...
ReplyDeleteOh my! I do like how you turned this inside out. :)
ReplyDeleteeveryone said all the good stuff...so i will simply say, David, that once again, you have written to the heart of it...
ReplyDeleteheartwrenching, heartaching...and intense.
Bravo, my friend!
nilla