He gently caressed her smooth, soft skin
his fingers almost cutting through the surface, so thin.
He felt blessed
He was at bliss.
It was at any moment now that he would ask the question.
As he almost did do the honour
his mind suddenly did doubts harbour
he felt queasy
he was uneasy
little did he know he was about to be subject to torture.
As if by law of nature
on his beauty a beast did appear
he felt bad
he was sad
his love suddenly did disappear
The beast sank into the beauty
leaving no place for him in the locality
he felt sick
he was sick
the beast had blocked him out completely.
Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Week (October 6 – October 12, 2015) – 116 words.
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