Writing to a prompt–who does that? Well, I do today.
The lovely Tallulah Rose has orchestrated this flash fiction weekly prompt. She’s so good. Between 100 and 1000 words, based on a photo; check it out next time and see if you are inspired to do a little freewriting!
Here is the picture:
After you read mine, see what other offerings are floating around in the ether by clicking the pic above. I think the photo lends itself to a variety of genres, particularly smut and horror. And so, I mix and match. 🙂
This is not a brothel.
I guess “brothel” would imply an exchange of payment, and we never took money for our services. I think the words on the knocker got us more patrons than a gaudy sign flashing the word “sex” over and over ever could have. And somehow, they all walked through the door expecting to find their most scandalous desires manifested.
They often did.
We tried not to disappoint. After all, the more they enjoyed themselves, the better they tasted.
I often thought we were like the pear upside-down cake I always made for our staff Yule party. Before I flipped over the pan, it looked like a straight-forward cake–light and fluffy, enough to satisfy any sweet-tooth. That’s how the girls and I looked to the men who came sniffing around.
Until the doors locked behind them, and we tossed the dish over and revealed the sticky bottom; then, our blackened brown-sugar side was obvious. It was still syrupy sweet, almost intolerably cloying, but they never ran for the exits. They always sampled until the bitter end.
And the knocker continued to crack against our door every night. The sound always made me salivate.
I love chicken.
That’s really all I can manage. 🙂 I’ll admit, the chicken part was just to get it to a nice, round 200. I have a hard spot for 200-word stories. Chicken is actually only okay in my book.