Friday Night Drabble Party!
Bam! Boom! Kapow!
It’s another Friday, it’s another Party!
Are you ready for this?
Yes, you are!
But, of course, before we get into the free micro-fiction, how’s about some pimpage?
Consume, people! CONSUME!
And now, on to our regularly scheduled drabble.
Lightest of Touches
A small flutter, barely perceptible. People walk past, unawares.
The lightest of touches, the sensation of breath on skin. Dry, warm, soft. A hand brushes thoughtlessly at a neck.
The eyes watch, careful not to be noticed, careful not to be seen. Careful. The eyes wait.
The man, strong, virile, a perfect specimen, strolls by, his phone in hand, hand to ear, his mouth moving continuously, loud, wanting to be noticed, wanting to be important, playing the roll, pretending.
The eyes, the flutter, the lightest of touches notices him. He will be important.
A busy corner, a gentle shove. Screams.
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