Hot Jolt

sight as she sips her cold prosecco watching him mow his immaculate lawn inhales cut grass like weed and sees a meadow years back and sucks a ripe corn stalk in her mouth frissons at a naked torso above her recently stripped of its flowery shirt little beads of sweat on his neck like rain droplets off the raised black umbrellas at his funeral when he overdosed on too much freedom.

 

via Daily Prompt: Jolt

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