Time just wants to fly.

Early post for Friday Fictoneers- hosted by Rochelle, where the rules and photo prompt can be found. To read more stories or join the fun click on the little blue frog.

Burning Love.

She cried until she could cry no more. She loved until it turned to hate. It wasn’t true Love then- and she knew but she didn’t care. Infatuation was a dangerous thing they said. He would know what it meant to burn with a singular desire. If she couldn’t have him, she would let him be consumed by the flames of her earth-scorching passion.

Under the pretense of a lover’s tryst by the ‘pale of moonlight’ & tying him up under the guise of kink; she summoned the wrath of Aphrodite, entrapped him within the ivory plated text…

And set aflame.

100.

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Nothing like a person scorned eh? But, keep in mind that just as we are Allowed to love who we want- who we choose is allowed to do the same.

Cheers!