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100 Word Microfiction

Morning Glory

Another dream, another day

You put a hand on my thigh. Delayed, I place mine on yours.

We keep watching the stage. The dancers are moving intimately, their grace enticing.

Your hand burns through my jeans. Ever closer to my simmering desire. Kindling a fire. It’s so unreal. I don’t even know your name. I could…