100 Naked Words
A story in 100 words.
The moment he first inhaled her, was the moment she impaled him. He saw stars, felt things he didn’t think he would — didn’t think he could — didn’t think he should.
The darkness she saw, was a push and pull she never asked for.
Never wanted.
It wasn’t supposed to be that way, but …well, these things can go that way. And went they did.
The eddy of love and lust is the ebb and flow of karma.
Be it good.
Be it bad.
Impaled — pierce or transfix with a sharp instrument.
That sharp instrument was her.
The prick was him.