Getting down to the wire as this is the second to last piece of flash fiction that will grace Flashing Georgie's Shorts for the foreseeable future.
This one sort of wrote itself.
I was driving home from work one warm mid-September day when I happened to spy a twenty-something lady walking down the sidewalk with her boyfriend. She was dressed to kill (at least for the Indian summer weather that day) and made quite a lasting impression on me (spent the entire time at two consecutive traffic lights looking into my side mirror).
By the time I got home, I had a basic outline written in my head on what I wanted to write it. I still had the small problem of what the content should be and more importantly, how provocative the content should be. Should be somewhat in the vein of this (option #1)? Or should it be somewhat in the vein of this (option #2)? Or should fall somewhere in between, such as this (option #3)?
After giving it some thought, I picked option #1. A couple of hours later, I had a nifty story in the same vein as option #1, with just a smattering of fantasy thrown in for good measure.
So as per the custom, no teasers, just the link.
Click here for the story