Brigit Delaney runs Flash Fiction Friday every week. Last week’s prompt was the following image;
For an added challenge we were invited to include the lyrics of a song into our entry.
I chose a song, wrote my piece (it was more than the 200 word suggested limit) and then went to the world of no internet for about four days. So I missed the deadline. But, lucky you guys, you still get to read it. I hope you enjoy.
“Good morning,” Keith greeted her from behind the coffee machine. “How is my favourite girl today?” Lesley smiled as she donned her apron.
“Looks like another busy day,” she gestured around the café. A week ago the place was packed with holiday makers. Today a few locals wandered in to collect their morning brew on their way to work.
“Well you know how it is.” Keith shrugged, “Everyone wants to go to the beach when it is hot but as soon as the weather turns…”
Lesley made herself a cup of coffee and sat in the corner to read the paper before her shift officially started. In the corner the Jukebox played.
Nobody on the road
Nobody on the beach
Unbidden memories came to her mind of a man she had met a month ago. The locals always made a point of avoiding tourists. Somehow this one had gotten past her defences.
I can see you
Your brown skin shining in the sun
She had noticed him from the moment he walked into the café. Tall, confident. His presence filled the room. Later she watched him playing cricket on the beach with his friends. His skin glistened as he struck the ball. The crotch of her swimsuit was damp, and not just from sweat.
I never will forget those nights
I wonder if it was a dream
Later that night he walked into the bar where she sat with her friends. Their eyes met and suddenly he was beside her, buying a drink. The rest of the night was a blur of cocktails, dancing, flirting and fucking in the alley outside the bar.
Remember how you made me crazy
Remember how I made you scream
They had spent every night together. She loved to tease him, stroking his cock until he was hard then skipping away out of his reach. He would return the favour by stroking her pussy until she felt the head and warmth building and then leave her hanging, gasping for release. He would hold her wrists together and look into her eyes;
“Wait,” he would say.
Then he would bury his face into her cunt as if he were a man starving. Orgasm after orgasm would shudder through her body until she was pushing his face away, but he would press harder bringing her to climax again and again.
Out on the road today
I saw a Deadhead sticker on a Cadillac
A little voice inside my head said
“Don’t look back you can never look back”
Lesley knew what would happen. His holiday would end, he would leave, and she would be a notch on his belt. The chick who filled his bed during his vacation. She knew that he wasn’t losing sleep about her. She had gone out and rekindled a relationship with an ex to try and get him out of her head. “The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else”. It was fun and it made her feel a little better until some stupid song made her remember.
The song finished as she drained the last of her coffee. Lesley straightened her apron and got ready to work.