Six Sentence Sunday - Using Broken Wings to Fly

Using Broken Wings to Fly

He smelled like starch and saw grass and he tasted like peppermint sin. If that wasn’t a flavor, someone needed to make it, George decided, as their kiss heated up. Slipping his hand beneath Oliver’s blazer, George grabbed Oliver’s ass, pulling him into his body. Their thighs interlocked like gears in an expensive wristwatch, and his cock began to fill as he felt the other man’s do the same. He moved his hips slightly, enjoying their stolen bump-and-grind.
“You two look like the intersection of Get a Shave and Rent a Room.”

This story was written for the Goodreads Dear Author challenge, which is an annual event where readers post photo prompts and up to six verbal prompts per image, and writers are allowed to write the story  that calls to them--assuming they get there first! It was a lot like trying to grab the perfect wedding dress at Filene's. I didn't get a prompt in the initial go-round, but this one was turned back in by another writer who couldn't finish by the deadline, so I got to participate after all. The story will be a free read upon 'publication' on Goodreads.

My prompt was:  



How did they expect him to retouch this damaged photo? George sighed and carefully rubbed at a spot. Great, this was one of Lucian LeTour’s rare remaining photos. The restorer hated feeling like he failed in his task. The photo seemed damaged beyond repair.


George rubbed around the downcast eyes.


The eyes flicked upward. They stared in terror.


George lunged back in alarm.


“Help me. Please help me. They know where I hide. Help me.” 

I made a video rather than a regular blurb. Enjoy! 



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