Friday Flash - Capturing the muse
I crouched in the shadows watching her, the way the moon highlighted and caressed her beautiful pale skin. I couldn't resist the way her ink black hair fell down her back as that thin dress cavorted around her stunning figure in the light breeze. I had to have her. Slowly, I edged forwards, my eyes never leaving my prize.
My fingers stroked the smooth, slightly warm wood of my chosen weapon.