The moon filtered through the starless clouded sky.
She could see tiny white lights shining on the patio. By midnight, they’d be drunk.
It was the perfect night to go.
Silk stockings stretched over her shapely legs and thighs. A black leather skirt accented her curvaceous hips. The spiky heels, she’d picked up at a yard sale, completed her outfit. She felt as fiery as a hot chili pepper.
A car pulled up beside her.
“Looking for some fun?”
“No …” “I’m near my destination.”
“Think so?”
“I’ve got other plans for you, cupcake.”
Tearfully, “I’m grounded. Right Mom?”
2017©Isadora DeLaVega
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 words
Photo prompt: Dale Rogerson
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