Flash Fiction Friday 2022 – Week 10
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Excerpts
Perfect
All the monitors inside Zephyr’s Industries Underground Lab 1 were flashing at the same time, the first sign that something was amiss. The noisy alarm came after, flooding all corridors in red and triggering everyone in the sub-floor into a panicking frenzy.
“What the hell is going on?” Dr. Reynolds came running into the Security Room, the first person to do so. She was the head of the project and the person everyone feared the most in the facilities and with good reason. The fair-skinned, dirty blonde had the face of an angel, but the personality of a horned devil and anyone that got in her way was usually never seen again.
“We have a containment breach,” Head of Security Malcolm Harris replied, right hand clutching his chest.
“Where?”
(…)
R & R
Tawnya stood by the bedroom mirror, trying out dresses for her best friend’s birthday party when her boyfriend William knocked on the door. He had sweaty clothes and pleading eyes. His voice was like a soft murmur, almost as if he were afraid to talk to her.
“Honey, may I come in?”
“Sure,” she replied looking at him with a green dress in one hand and a dark red in the other. “Which one do you like best?”
“They’re bot nice,” he replied. “We need to talk.”
“What is it this time?”
(…)
Sensation Play
Janet touched Frankie’s right leg and asked,
“How does this feel?”
“Cold,” her girlfriend replied. “Oh, fuck, it’s so cold!”
Janet noted her reaction and placed another finger on the same spot,
“How about now?”
“Hot! Oh, my God, it burns! It burns! Stop!”
“Shhh… easy now,” Janet removed her fingers and lulled her favorite person in the world back to deep hypnotic sleep. “It’s okay, sweetie. Everything is fine. Take a deep breath and relax. Do you trust me?”
(…)
The Woman You See
Every night, just before you go to bed, you see her, sometimes standing next to you, and other times in a reflection of the nearest mirror. You see her wearing leather, latex, or PVC, tapping the floor with six inch-heels or touching the soles of her thigh-high boots while staring at you. You don’t know for sure who she is and yet it’s as if she’s been a part of your life forever. This woman never speaks, but you can describe her voice perfectly. It is the embodiment of Power, raining down you from the heavens. Even if you look away, she’s always there, waiting. You can hear her breathing behind you right now.
So, who is she?
(…)
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