Here’s my answer to this week’s water flash fiction challenge
Ginger floated on her back in the pool – her absentee neighbor’s pool – and she stared up at the stars, pondering her choices. She no longer had any ties to L.A. There was no cheating bastard of a fiancé, no desperately homesick best friend, and as of 3 p.m. today, no minimum wage job at the all-you-can-eat curry pit.
She had nothing in L.A. She glanced at the darkened windows of the mansion she trespassed behind and she sighed. Nothing at all.
“I should leave.” She decided.
“Too soon,” a deep voice drawled. Ginger shrieked, flaying her arms and legs, splashing cool water over her hot skin. “You usually swim for another eighteen minutes and then…”
And then she lay in one of the deck chairs and masturbated. Her face heated. “You were watching.”
A match struck, lighting her neighbor’s rugged countenance. “Every damn night.” He grinned.
This is the Curry Mansion Inn in Key West, Florida
