#FFF No name...

Wow yes, do not faint.

It is me...

100 words inspired by this amazing photo.

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How often had he stood here and gazed at her?

Remembered how she danced in the rain, gave to the homeless and stood up for underdogs.

Both human and canine.

It was easy to wallow, to sink into despair and shout and rail at fate.

He wouldn’t. He’d promised.

To her, to himself to all who lived, loved...and lost.

He mentally shook himself. Took a deep breath

 Showtime. Let the celebration commence.

 Her spirit lingered on. In this and in...

“Come on sweetie. Lets go home.”

The poppet smiled and blew a kiss at the picture. “Bye mumma. Lub you.”

#FFF and my interpretation... Surrender.

100 words, one picture. Many interpretations...

Surrender

“I hate leather. It smells of leather, feels like leather… strokes like leather. “ I shudder.

He sighed and his crop rests gently on my neck.

I swallow.

“Such a pity, my sweet,” his voice curled around me. “I love leather. The erotic rasp as it encloses my hand. The scent of it, the sensations as I stroke your soft skin. The contrasts between it and you.”

The crop rubs back and forth. His leather clad hand rests over my breasts. My body reacts. Positively.

“The mewls and sighs you give me. Perfect.”

I sigh in pleasure. “I love leather.”

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#FFF All in a Day's Work...

One picture

One hundred words

My vision...

All in a day's work...

Whichever way she turned, she still looked like a soup can. Albeit one with a few dints and scratches and no label.

Had it really cone to this in such a short time?

To do as she was bidden, no questions asked?

It seemed so.

Yesterday Ophelia, today the soup dragon.

But then, she considered, as her wings flexed and relaxed, and the air filled with strange whirring and clanking noises, you’d do anything for the one you loved.

One who loved Dragons, loved you unconditionally and was celebrating her fifth birthday.

Tomorrow Ophelia, today the soup dragon.

Mother love.

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#FFF Remembrance

So this week's picture.

Remembrance

The water was tranquil.

Alison trailed her fingers in it, and waited.

Exactly on time he approached it and slipped in with hardly a ripple.

Her heart beat faster as stroke by stroke the distance between them decreased.  He stood up and let the water stream off him.

Her pain and worry drained away, as he grinned, reached for her and spoke softly.

"Ma Belle, are you ready?"

Alison stretched up and touched…

Nothing.

Seventy-five years from his death and she would never forget how Jacques loved the water.

Which is why it was ironic it was water that killed him.

War was hell.

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#FFF Looks Can Be Deceptive...

Happy Friday peeps.

I stared at this picture for ages, not sure I dare... Then I thought, well why not...

Looks can be deceptive…

Staring into the camera, when your legs were so stretched it felt you were about to give birth to the damned bike, was the most uncomfortable thing ever.

As for the bloody bandana? Whose sodding idea was that?

It was enough to make a grown-up cry.

Then you were told to look big, bold and piratey.

What the fuck is piratey?

The wrist cuffs twisted around and chafed, the mustache and beard itched. Purgatory.

"How much longer was this gonna take?"

"Almost done, okay, that's a wrap. You were amazing, no one would guess you were a girl, Becs."

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