Here’s another fast fiction, this time based on the phrase “she sprawled on her side facing the wall,” the prompt again from my fantastic writers’ workshop.
She sprawled on her side facing the wall, one aubergine stiletto still strapped. The stench of booze and cigs came at him in waves. He approached the bed with halting steps, unsure of what to do.
“Julia, wake up,” he said, shaking her gently at first, then more vigorously.
“Wha…who? Oh, it’s you, Mitchell,” she sighed, rolling over to him, her fiery hair mussed around her face.
Sitting on the narrow bed, Mitchell’s eyes dipped down, taking in the ivory silk swirling around Julia’s shape, the fabric tapering at her ankles.
“You lost a shoe,” Mitchell said.
“Come here, you,” she beckoned.
“Uh,” Mitchell mumbled.
“I want you to ravish me. Don’t you feel the heat?” Julia asked in her smoky voice.
He had yearned for her all semester, yet now he hesitated. She could ignite him. Did he dare allow himself to get close enough to feel her fire?
And just like that, she jumped on top of him, smothering him in kisses. All he could see was the auburn tones of her hair. He felt her silk dress blending with her soft skin. Mitchell pulled away, but not before flicking his tongue against hers. Hot. Burning hot.
Julia was one hot mess. Mitchell could feel her drip in his arms, collapsing into a puddle of unconsciousness. She solidified with a wispy snore onto the thin mattress covered with brown sheets.
Mitchell craved another kiss. He tried to scrape her beatific ivory form off the brownness to no avail. She remained stuck in place like cooled candle wax on a wood table.
After much deliberation, he got up from the bed and walked to the door. As he reached for the knob, Mitchell’s eyes swept over his shoulder for one last tantalizing glimpse of his extinguished love.