Friday rolls around again, and with it Friday Fictioneers. Writers around the world receive a prompt pic from Rochelle:
Behold! I have written 100 words…
The patio behind the office was rarely used, and this was where they stole an hour together each lunchtime.
Today, she was irresistible in her summer dress. He placed a hand on her arm as they chatted. “Not here,” she insisted, looking around her.
He stood, walked around the table. “There’s noone around,” he reassured her, “noone will see us.” He leant towards her, kissed her lightly, then more insistently as she relaxed, returned the kiss.
“We’d best get back,” he said eventually, standing and straightening his tie in the mirrored window.
From the other side, the window wasn’t mirrored.