Naked Nymph

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Flash fiction in exactly 100 words

Every Sunday afternoon, he set off for a walk in the woods.

Alone.

Always alone.

Always the same route.

Others walked too — parents with kids; young couples in love, walking hand in hand; groups of friends, laughing and joking and disturbing the peace of nature. He never saw the same people.

Until that one day.

She was alone too. Short black dress, net stockings and boots. A coat on cooler days, bare arms when warmer.

Every not-rainy day she was there.

Always disappearing between the trees. Always baring herself to the gods of nature.

Never aware of being watched.

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Another 100 word flash tale by Alexander Gibbons

Micro Monday, Flash Fiction

Naked Nymph

Flash fiction in exactly 100 words

Not a good girl

That was why she did it — slipped her hand into her panties at the back of the class…

Midnight Cream

As I milked his balls, he began moaning endearments in Spanish.