Welcome to yet another Flash Fiction Friday. A picture might be worth a thousand words, but today it’s worth 100 no more, no less. Thanks for stopping by and please follow the link to get to the other FFF posts. Flasher Fiction Friday. Now here are my 100.
“What the fuck is she doing here?” Jeremy asked as he peered through the keyhole. He could hear them laughing. This was supposed to be a one on one deal.
“Dammit, what should I do?” He thought of confronting them both. What good would it do though? On one hand he held the truth and on the other a secret so private it would destroy lives if told.
He decided to go with a knock as room service.
Mark walked toward the door and opened it.
“Jeremy, I’m so sorry, she followed me here. You know I love you.”