Thursday, December 27, 2012

Frosty Fiction, Day 27: Cotton and Emmy

Cotton walked into the kitchen, unzipping his jacket. “Shit, marthy, it’s cold out there. That fucking wind is like...”

He stopped, still.

Emmy was standing there in nothing but an apron and a pair of the highest, sparkliest heels he’d ever seen, stirring a bowl of...of...Oh, who the fuck cared what she was stirring?

He took a step forward and hit his knees. Happy holidays to him.



For Sonya. ;-)

Much love,



Donna said...

So few words to create such a nice feeling.


Katherine Halle said...

OH I liked this one very much. Such a gorgeous image :D

ElaineG said...

I agree, I could totally SEE this. Love it!

Anonymous said...

Sparkly :D Amazing what you can do with a few sentences.