Friday, 15 January 2016
Flash Fiction Friday: The Sioux Queen
The Sioux Queen
Staring at the perfectly rendered image of the Sioux woman I allowed a smile to form on my lips. I'd already decided that, if they didn't like this one, I was going to take my skills somewhere they would be appreciated. All that was needed was a title, and titles were the one thing I hated trying to come up with more than anything in the world.
“You may call me Queen Wakanda.”
A feint whisper seemed to emanate from the screen even though that would have been impossible, and I suddenly noticed her nipples were darker and more erect than the ones I'd drawn, and she was also now blowing a kiss.