In a 100 words no more or less, here is my 29th Flasher Fiction Friday. Look to this link to read other great Flasher Fiction posts from great writers. Flasher Fiction Friday
Gerard stuffs the balled up paper into his mouth to muffle is growls. He grips the paper tightly in his hand. Desk piling up with scratched out words. How can he work like this? Where is she? Gerard rests his head on the desk and he’s about to yell out when he looks up to see…her. She’s dressed to kill, eyes like daggers, and griping tightly a leather crop. Crap! Not his muse…but his Mistress…and she doesn’t look pleased either.
“What are you doing at MY desk Gerard?”
Gerard stares up at her.
“Nice try. Floor…knees, naked. NOW!”