Suttlemount.

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

“The Mayor and the town manager waved as their next victim approached.”

Hank couldn’t help whistling under his breath; she was really a looker, legs up to her ears just the way he liked them too. He was getting excited.

“Get a grip on your testosterone Hank. We don’t want to spook her now, do we?” Harold whispered under his breath.

“Good day, sorry to bother you, but is the Mayor here? I was told I could find him here,” Mary asked.

“You are looking at him. Welcome to Suttlemount Miss Kersby, I reckon you’re the first beautiful teacher to grace our town,” Harold said turning on the charm.

“Thank you, very much,” Mary replied smiling

“Do sit down, Hank please bring the lady a cold drink,”

Shame it would be her last drink as Miss Kresby, by tomorrow she will be reborn a submissive well-mannered Mrs. …. depending on the highest bid.

Those job adverts were proving very effective.


Written by Chioma I.N

In response to the mondaysfinishthestory flash fiction challenge hosted by Barbara. The picture and the first sentence are provided and you have to complete the story in 100- 150 words. Click on the link to read others stories.

Thanks Barbara for hosting it and for the picture.

Thank you all for stopping by.

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