WELCOME ONE AND ALL TO THE CRYPT OF MORBIUS. A PLACE WHERE ANYTHING GOES AND NOTHING LEGAL IS OFF LIMITS.
ALL I ASK IS THAT YOU LEAVE YOUR INHIBITIONS (AND CLOTHES IF YOU SO DESIRE) AT THE DOOR, STEP INSIDE AND ENJOY THE MANY WONDERFUL SIGHTS, GUARDED BY THE DARKEST OF SOULS, HELD WITHIN
Flash Fiction Friday: Not everything is black and white.
Welcome Creatures of the Night to yet another Flash Fiction Friday. Along with a number of other talented authors each week we are given one picture and challenged to write not more than 100 words for your enjoyment.
I hope you like what I came up with from this week's picture.
Not everything is black and white
“Don’t even fucking speak to me Mike,” Jo spat as she stared
at the front of the newspaper.
“Jo please listen,”
“What to, more fucking lies?”
“It’s not what it looks like.”
“So you aren’t on the front of this rag, with your tongue
down some guy’s throat, then?”
“Well yes but I...”
“Mike Davis and his long-term lover on the steps of the town
hall, that’s what the caption says,” Jo interrupted. “How the fuck could you do
this to me...after all the times I have begged to see you with another guy?”