This is the first time since I’ve been doing Friday Fictioneers that I’ve missed multiple ones. It feels so good to be back…although I do miss vacation. 🙂
And what about this wonderful picture makes me think: murder?
Oh, I just saw the picture credit…that must have been subliminal knowing on my part. 😉
Good Little Girl (100 words)
The residence is so deceptively charming, much like its owner: all panache, little substance.
Drake insisted I stay at the station, but I wanted to be the one to snap the cuffs on Welch’s wrists. Welch had wanted to do that to me, make me one of his submissives—as if. He wanted an entire legion of good little girls. I was never, and will never be, anyone’s good little girl.
When no one answers, we barge in. A familiar coppery odor hangs heavy.
I guess I wasn’t the only one who didn’t want to be his good little girl.