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.