She was as pretty as a painting. A real classical oil on canvas girl. But she told me she was framed….
VisDare at Anonymous Legacy – 150 word story to accompany the visual prompt:
She was the girl of my dreams – at least of my picture frame
The day she “came out” I thought I died.
She stepped out of the frame so unexpectedly. My heart leaped into my throat. I gulped, and it hurt terribly. I remember thinking I’d better take an antacid quickly because this acid reflux was gonna burn real bad.
Next thing I know I’m on the ground. She’s patting my hand and calling me “sweet thing”. Her breath is warm in my ear as she whispers to me to come back to her. She knows how much I’ve admired her all these years. She no longer could contain her affections. So I had better not die. Besides, she said something about having sold something to someone to come to me.
This was the first time that I ever felt that I could die happy from a woman’s attentions without having any carnal knowledge of her. She slapped my face hard and complained, “Not if I can help it.”