Friday, 20 June 2014
Flash Fiction Friday: Under his spell
It's Friday and that can only mean one thing, I'm flashing for you again.
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Under his spell
A chill coursed through my body, as if I was being watched, the second I picked the skull ornament off the stall. Placing it carefully back down I spun around, to see who was watching and suddenly felt weak at the knees.
He was standing in the door way, his dark muscular body looking as if it had been carved from ebony, his eyes fixed firmly on me, and the longer he stared the weaker I felt.
Without meaning to I found myself walking, in an almost hypnotic like trance, towards him and, even though I tried, I was powerless to resist.