Ever Been Flashed?

This was supposed to be part of Romance Weekly's blog hop.
But alas, I am an idiot and messed up when I signed up for this week's hop.
So, since I wrote this, I'll post it anyway. Operating on the 'let no good work go unappreciated' theme.

Welcome to yet another edition of Romance Weekly ... where old, new and upcoming romance writers get together for a blog hop and to share some fun and games.

Today's topic comes to us from Susan Peterson Wisnewski. It is a new concept – this week we’re going to write a piece of flash fiction using three words – candle, chocolate and scarf, let’s try to keep it to about 100 – 150 words. I topped out at 167 words. Not bad, typically I write longer than I should, and end up paring things down to the essentials.

Here is the un-edited version that I wrote: Which incidentally turned into a much longer piece of fiction. This one short scene developed into a short story and will probably become a novella.

“Stand here,” he whispered in her ear. Shivers danced down Amy’s spine. 

What was he doing? Why the sexy cloak and dagger routine? Sure, it was their anniversary, but a silk scarf blindfold? Complete and utter darkness wrapped her in its cocoon. Her hearing intensified, and she heard him take a few steps, his tread almost soundless. She heard a match flare and smelled burning sulphur and then a hint of wax. 

A candle? Her body quivered with a flare of desire.

Anticipation made her shift restlessly on her stilettos. Jewel encrusted, black leather sunk deeply into what felt like carpet. Where had he taken her? Their floor at home was hardwood. 

“One more minute, love,” he said softly, his words a caress.

Something rustled. Foil? She heard a soft thunk and after a moment the rich aroma of melting chocolate tickled across her nose. She licked her lips in anticipation. She adored it when he brought food into their games. God, he knew her so well.

Hugs

Katie