Push Pull

“My flight was late,” I confessed. The sweet, sultry memory stirred. Rare for me to concede to desire, but our dance’s push-pull elevated want to need. My arousal came not from his touch. For me, it was the draw of the blade and the slow sound his last breath made.

About: This piece was a potential submission in the YeahWrite Super Challenge #18 where all work had to begin with the prompt “My flight was late.” Additionally, each submission had to be exactly 50 words.


  1. Brilliantly amazing in all the ways you are Jules! Such an amazing scary writer person thingie!.. backing out of your blog, fully aware of my surroundings.. so don’t try a thing:: knowing it will surprise me anyway! lol Brava! Jules~!

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