Stag Night
written by: Jeanne Davies
She was frocked in innocence with long stilettoed legs. The predators watched her turn her graceful neck, head tilted to listen to a song. The light caught in her vanilla hair and her purity drew us in. Sad globes adorned with long lashes flickered, unaware that we watched. Every man there wished he could strip her naked and keep her to himself. Suddenly she sprang into an evocative dance, shifting from side to side. The turmoil of her moves amplified the intense craving of her audience. I didn’t pursue her but called my dog, un-cocked my gun, and walked home.
Author of short stories and flash fiction primarily published through competitions.
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- Stag Night - June 26, 2021
