He’d noticed this strange girl some time ago. She would always come alone, buy a pair of white lace stockings, then leave. And she’d always wear a long black robe that never quite matched her purchases. She was strange and compelling.
He’d tie himself in knots trying to guess what she did. Was she a pole dancer? A prostitute? A fetishist? A Mother Theresa wannabe who enjoyed gifting orphans with stockings full of rock candy? She’d glide in and out, brandishing scythe and silence with aloof aplomb.
He closed the shop and followed her. No one ever saw him again.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2018
unbolt me 
Fresh, sexy and unique. Keep doing what you do.
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Thanks so much. We will!
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Wow. This is such a beautiful piece 👍
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Thank you!
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My pleasure
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Succinct pithy and fabadab.
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Thank you, Fraggle! 😀
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Was she ever seen again? Did they ride off into the sunset together? Or is this one woman it’s not safe to follow?
A tale that gets the reader thinking and wondering.
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We hope so, Sarah Ann. We hope so! (And maybe we should continue the tale…)
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I think you should continue, maybe lay some clues to follow…
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We’ll certainly consider it, Sarah Ann! 😀
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Oh my. Teach him to go following strange ladies.
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Quite! 😛
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Killer girls and their gothic styles make me want to put on my plastic vampire teeth and chat a while.
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Same here! I hope it isn’t merely some kind of fetish we have though… 😛
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Oh, No. Can’t be a fetish. I think you have to lick their toes for it to be a fetish. Or, maybe it’s their peculiar knee high lace up black leather boots with heels. Anyway, I could never develop that fetish. It’s way too far down for me. I would have to fetish up a little.
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Lick their faces instead then? Now, that IS kinky. Mascara tongue! Ugh! 😛
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Oh, y e a h! I hadn’t thought of that, but you are right. Goth tongue could be a dead giveaway of kinkononimous affliction. If it’s moca flavored it might not be too bad. 😜
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If only I liked things coffee-related. What about mint? I could do mint!
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Mint it is my friend. I wonder if that could be a worthy fetish? It would make grim reaping a little less grim, I think.
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I reckon so! Mint makes everything better! 😛
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LOL! This is far too much fun.
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😛
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This story needs to keep coming in instalments now!
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Not a bad idea actually! I should consult Tati about that possibility…
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Whoa, hideous..love such quizzical endings. Would you visit my blog… I would love it 🙃
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Of course! And thank you for visiting ours! 😀
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Welcome and thanks. 💕
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Oh I like that! My kind of story – ending unexpected, superb!
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I’m pleased that we could surprise you with that ending! 😉
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Again, a marvelous piece!!!
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Thank you, Elitsa!
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