Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction postings at:
http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/03/12/14-march-2014/
For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, it’s time to collect.
Here’s my contribution:
His Due
Brackish water swelled on the coming tide, choking the river basin, black as the moonless night, and full of dark terrors. Emory settled into his wooden chaise-longue at the dock termination, and closed his eyes. He breathed deeply the thick, humid night, tasted the salt and decay, and reveled in his remembrance of that long ago St. Augustine night. He recalled the clinging dress, the slow gyrations of her sinful hips, sweat beads like diamonds upon her neck and breasts, her full and hungry lips, and the jazz so sultry. He still owed that debt and how Ol’ Tick thirsted.
jKb
These widgets have not been my friend. Just don’t seem to want to link up and work. Sorry.
The Bradley Chronicles 
I figured we’d be back to horror soon and I wasn’t disappointed. I could feel the hot, humid air, as oppressive as his memories. As for WordPress, there’s a whole other horror story. I couldn’t get the linky guy, but I did at least get a working link of words. Who knows?
janet
Thank you for coming by for a visit, Janet. I always appreciate it.
Very sensual and well written. Good work.
Thank you so much, misskzebra.
‘…full of dark terrors…’ ‘…sinful hips…’ and ‘…sweat beads like diamonds…’ Exquisite descriptions in a dark and interesting
piece! Drew me in from the beginning. Well done!
Thank you for visiting, Jessie!
Powerful choice of words to give a menacing mood to your story – I particularly love ‘sinful hips.’ Well done.
Thank you, Karen. Her hips really were sinful. Still are.
“Brackish water swelled on the coming tide, choking the river basin,” That opening is gorgeous writing. There is dark sensuality to the entire piece. Really great!
I really appreciate your stopping by and reading. Thank you!
Interesting, tense, and so descriptive I could see the scene and practically taste the salt in the air. Very well written.
Thank you for visiting, Patricia.
Dear JK,
Intense and vivid.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you, Rochelle!
Your story picked me up right from the beginning and held on to the end! 🙂
Keep visiting, I’ll try to keep up my end.
I love how you paint a picture.. I could feel the sweat and then the memories .. so fitting …and of course a great end in darkness..
Thanks, Bjorn. I very much appreciate it.
slow gyrations of her sinful hips..my favorite line. Very sexy!
She was indeed just so sexy. Still is. Thanks.
Your prose is poetic as ever, darling. Am I correct in interpreting that he made a deal with the devil for this night of bliss? That line about how Ol’ Tick thirsted suggests it to me..
I’m fairly certain we’ve all made deals with Ol’ Tick. I’m always renegotiating, it seems.
Thanks, Helena.
Great story JK, wonderful prose producing some great imagery. I could almost feel the hot, humid air, well done.
Dee
Thank you so much, Dee!
Atmospheric and suspenseful.
“Stolen apples taste the sweetest.” I love that St. Augustine Night came into this. Neatly wrapped story. I sense our hero may just feel that the night was worth it.
Cheers!
MG
Sensuously dangerous ;-)Loved it!
Great descriptions in this story! Love the writing. Thanks, Nan
and I was waiting for the ‘gator