Hiyadoin'? It's time for that segment of Flash Fiction Friday,
and I'm looking forward to get back in that game.
Here's what I have in store for you in 100 words.
Delia was a pure glow for the morning – the kind of dream any man would enjoy sleeping and waking up to; a bliss of beauty. She stood there watching what was going on from the window in her see-thru negligee exposed her most bodily assets from head to toe, but there was only one problem with her, she didn’t belong to Brad. As much as she enjoyed his company, there was something very disturbing as she stared out from the balcony window.
“Delia, what’s wrong?” Bradley asked as he got out of bed.
“My husband’s home. He’s a week early.”
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