We're at it again - flashing you with 100 word stories based on the inspirational pic above. For more, take a look at my friends' posts, too. Hope you like this one.
Never thought I’d return. Memories flood in, waves of sorrow savaging the shore. What happened in that lighthouse haunts me – my first time.
We met every Saturday, hanging out all day.
That Saturday his eyes held mine too long, following my every move, trapped by the contours of my new, high breasts.
I should have stopped him, saved him, but instinct overtook reason, mine and his.
Our bodies became one, deceiving me with hope until he withdrew, dark eyes wide, stricken.
Tears slid down my cheeks. I watched as if from some distance, my sharp tail exiting through his heart.