Saturday, January 18, 2014

The Key

The clouds bellowed, lightning struck, and it rained thunder, the lazy downpours doing little to extinguish the fiery passion that engulfed the two of them. Walls crumbled, gobbled by the intensity of the fire that consumed the cosmos. Pain turned to pleasure, and pleasure to addiction, as the globe shook repeatedly under their shuddering delight.

The key, the sole witness, hung lifelessly at the door. Little did they know, that his wife had returned earlier than expected, and was walking towards their Eden.

The key shrieked, they moaned, and lights turned on.

His wife stood at the door, horrified, transfixed.


This 100 words Microfiction is shared with Friday Fictioneers - They Key.




28 comments:

  1. This one excels, as usual, in perfect use of words and intrigue. You have done a great job again :)

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  2. Poor wife!A great build up -loved the atmosphere and the climax-no pun intended:-)

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  3. Short and crisp!!! Excellent!

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  4. Poor wife...and a great capture.

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  5. That's going to be an awkward moment... :)

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  6. Excellent 100 ... *claps*

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  7. Bang on! Loved how you built up the suspense. Brilliant as usual :)

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  8. Ooooops!!!! Its the wife again??? :)

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  9. Dear Amrit,

    So much for paradise. The gates of hell are about to open and swallow them. Well done.

    And, I believe, a welcome to Friday Fictioneers is in order. I look forward to reading more of your work.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  10. What a built up !! Well worded Mr. Sinha :P

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