It was rainy. It was dark. It was night.
It was like a bad start to a very bad story.
When Lucille’d called, inviting him to meet her, he couldn’t say no. Not to her lips, her eyes, her silky blond hair tumbling over snowy white shoulders that sparkled in the sunlight.
Not to cleavage plunging into deep, dark places…Desire shook him. He lost his words–his will–with her.
He’d never live it down if he chickened out now.
He paid the Uber driver, and waited alone.
Lucille appeared suddenly, canines glinting. Smiling, she pressed against him, and…
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2018)
Carrot Ranch Prompt (12/25/2018): In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that goes to the edge. Consider what the edge might be and how it informs the story. Go where the prompt leads.
Valley of the Trolls 
Great passion, sigh.. wow
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Breaking hearts and stereotypes one stormy night at a time. He needs to whip out a silver bullet, and then pop the Coors can open… Glad you had fun with this one, Liz!
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Oooh! I like where you went with that!
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And…? And…? Don’t stop now! I really liked the hard-boiled feel of the first four sentences and the overall atmosphere of this edgy and dangerous flash.
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Thanks Michael. Just my take on the prompt: take y’alls to the Edge and let you tip over on your own… 😉
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I like how you started this… and the ending, well, I’m thinking it didn’t end well for him. Thinking the visit ended up being a pain in the neck.
But really, nice take, and effective twist on the dark and stormy night thing.
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Kinda took you right to the edge…and left ya there, eh?
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Don’t push me. please
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You already stepped over…bwahahahahahaha!
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