Sarah Ann Hall

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Two For Tuesday 18-20 – Dark Kisses and French Chocolate

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Before I went away I set myself a daft challenge for my return – write a story using all of Andy Black’s Two For Tuesday prompts that I missed. Here’s goes nothing….

 

 

The standard prompts:

23-29 July – dead batteries

30 July – 5 August – close shave

6-12 August – black velvet

The non-standard prompts:

23-29 July – write a story using one of the following invented titles as inspiration: 

Misplaced Memories

The Archive

Dark Kisses & French Chocolate

Piling On

30 July – 5 August –  write a story about a married man looking for an extramarital relationship through an online dating service. 

6-12 August – write a story that ends with the words: “…your taste is all in your mouth.”

The rules:

Standard prompts: The limit is 200 words. The words can be used:

  • simply as a point of inspiration and do not have to be used directly
  • they can be included exactly as provided
  • or each word can be used independently of each other (for example if Death Row was the prompt instead of crafting a story about an inmate on the way to the gallows, you might write something like: Despite feeling like death from an excess of cheap vodka consumed the night before, Evelyn moved on to planting her next row of spinach).

Non-standard prompts: there is no word limit (to allow for more in depth explorations) but there is a minimum of 200 words.

 

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Dark Kisses and French Chocolate (500 words)

Shaun grabbed the Guinness from the bar and gulped down the first half.

Putting down the glass, he saw his hand was shaking.  He tried to slow his breathing.

God, that was a close shave.

He should have guessed, what with all that talk about Bernachon chocolates in her profile. He hadn’t heard of them until Nancy had brought some round to dinner. And there she was. Why hadn’t she used her real name? Who was she hiding from, or trying to catch out?

Shit. What was he doing? Why was he blaming Nancy for his narrow escape? It wasn’t as if he and Claire weren’t happy, or that he didn’t love her. It was his pathetic insecurity that had sent him online and brought him here, to see if he still had it. Grey was galloping across his head. Soon it would be too late, he’d be an old man, or at least well into middle age.

He felt like a dirty old man every time he noticed girls on their way to school and looked at the growing gap between the tops of their socks and the bottoms of their skirts. But could an age-appropriate leg be as shapely? Claire’s were, he admitted. She exfoliated and moisturised. He didn’t know how she managed to stay so smooth and desirable while looking after him, the house, their boys, and working full-time. Suddenly he felt wretched. He stole a glance across the pub. There was Nancy, his best mate’s ex, in red dress with pink rose at her collar as arranged. In fact, Nancy was ex to half the village, but that didn’t excuse his behaviour.

Shaun had married the perfect woman. He was an extremely lucky man and yet here he was attempting to have an affair. True, this first avoided encounter had put him off the whole idea. He would be removing his profile as soon as he got home. In fact, why wait? He reached into his jacket pocket for his phone. Nothing. It wouldn’t switch on. He couldn’t go online. He couldn’t phone home to tell Claire his meeting had been cancelled and he’d be home early. He pulled the new pay-as-you-go from his jeans. His duplicity and conniving brain sickened him. It, too, stared back at him blackly. Two phones. Two dead batteries. He’d better not break down on the way home. Regardless that he had no way of contacting anyone, he was on the wrong side of town.

He drained his glass and stood. He needed a walk to clear his head and make sure he was under the limit. He tipped the glass at the barman. ‘Thanks, a throat-full of black velvet was just what I needed.’

The barman walked towards him, scowling. Recognition flickered and the creamy sheen of Shaun’s mouth turned metallic and weighted his tongue. The barman looked towards Nancy, who sat checking her watch, picked up the glass, and nodded to Shaun, ‘Mate, your taste is all in your mouth.’

 

 

 

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Written by Sarah Ann

August 15, 2013 at 8:03 pm

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  1. you have splash the page with a touch of the naughty, you have done well using the prompts. “A throat full of black velvet” ..oh my I love this Sarah. Boys..boys… 😉 x

    ramblingsfromamum

    August 16, 2013 at 8:22 am

    • *splashed (how I hate typo’s) 😦

      ramblingsfromamum

      August 16, 2013 at 8:22 am

    • Thank you Jen. The throat full of black velvet was the first thing that sprang to mind with the list of prompts, then I had to work it in – Guinness was the obvious bit, but to write a story around it? So very happy you liked it! 🙂

      Sarah Ann

      August 18, 2013 at 8:04 pm

  2. Kudos. A fine tale and you successfully incorporated all of the prompts and still ended up with a coherent and engaging story. You have quite a talent for flash fiction. I too loved “A throat full of black velvet.” Most excellent!

    ahblack57

    August 19, 2013 at 11:05 pm


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