This week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt comes courtesy of Rochelle herself. I love this kitchen!
She’d lit the lamps signalling the coast was clear.
Then she waited.
The kitchen door creaked and her glittering eyes caressed every curve of his magnificent body before she flung herself upon him. Passions flaring, they sank to the kitchen floor, shedding clothes.
And later, with regret, she bade him farewell. This must be the last time, she’d vowed, steeling herself to his entreaties.
Then, ever practical, she rolled up her sleeves and floured the kitchen table. Much to do in preparation for the weekend markets.
Tomorrow his name would be on everybody’s lips.
I do hope you weren’t eating breakfast… 😦