Chapped Hips | Fiction

© vladorlov

His text said, “when u get home round me up”.

My withdrawn fangs itched in my gums at the images inspired by his simple message. Billy was only direct when it came to sex and jokes. He knew I planned to leave work at the warehouse early, before 2 A.M. I now expected a surprise. Billy excelled at them. He preoccupied himself at night by making plans.

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Writer in love with speculative fiction. Shares stories and thoughts about the tech, science, and relationships that inspire them. Based at shadowfals.com.

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Acin Fals

Acin Fals

Writer in love with speculative fiction. Shares stories and thoughts about the tech, science, and relationships that inspire them. Based at shadowfals.com.

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