Friday, 3 January 2014
Flash Fiction Friday: The impossible visitor
The impossible visitor
As I unlocked the door to the bedroom, for the first time since buying the house, I pushed it open and froze.
What I was seeing was impossible yet there she was, the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, wearing a blood red dress. laying back on the covered sofa. Her heaving breasts were only just covered and, as she turned her head to look at me she raised her knee, and exposed her smooth, pale, thigh.
“What the fuck!” I bellowed in shock.
“Save me, please,” the woman pleaded, before disappearing in to thin air.