She had spent the entire afternoon lying in the sun. She had chosen her most provocative bikini, the one that left little to the imagination. Her long, bronze legs shimmered. When she lay on her front she undid the strings of her top and let them fall to the side.

She had seen him watching her from the upstairs bedroom. The poor innocent boy.

The shade crept across the garden. She moved her towel into the corner that caught the evening sun and lay down again and waited patiently.

His shadow fell across her face. She smiled inwardly. Tonight she would feast.

Copyright Sarah Potter

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).

To read stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.


80 responses to “BLACK WIDOW”

  1. I hope she means him no permanent harm. I remember, back in my younger days, being suddenly aware of my neighbour’s adolescent son spying from his bedroom window. I was more circumspect after that, though flattered he thought me worth watching!

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