Tunnel of Love

For the first time ever, I tried writing a flash fic.

Word requirement: 100-200 words

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Phrase: You're joking

Judge's Prompt: Saluting the Irish and drunken souls everywhere this week, in honor of St. Patrick’s Day, the prompt theme is: a lucky day (however you choose to interpret luck)

My entry: Tunnel of Love

“You’re joking.” She stared past the peeling-paint swan’s head as they floated down the glorified drainage ditch. The mouth of the cavern gaped, ready to swallow up the small boat.

His white teeth gleamed in a face alternating between beautiful and wicked as the shadows cast by hanging moss flicked over it. “No worries, babe. It’s perfectly safe.”

“Tunnel of love, yeah, right,” she muttered under her breath, but it was hard to drag her eyes away from his muscled arms flexing as he paddled. She thanked her lucky stars that he’d chosen her as the first. The line of women filled the dock and overflowed into the street, each waiting a turn to give her donation and ride with this gorgeous stranger.

The fetid odor of swamp mingled with his exotic scent and she looked down to see that water was seeping into the bottom of the boat. She pulled her feet back. “It’s leaking.”

“No worries, babe,” he repeated, his voice thick as the boat slipped through the portal into darkness. His arms snaked around her. “My lucky day,” he murmured just before his teeth sank into her throat.

191 words

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P.S. You'd be shocked if you knew how long this took me to write. Man, am I ever out of practice. But at least I'm writing.

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