Here’s this week’s Flash Fiction Friday prompt from Advizor54’s blog. Click over there to see what he and other bloggers saw in this sexy photo. My thoughts are below. Enjoy!
Word Length = 356
Required word = suspicion
Forbidden words = Soap, hard, officer, effigy
Bonus words (25) = Tell us, who’s the sexiest cop on TV?
Extra Credit (25) = Confess to a crime you committed (or want to commit)
Partners. Two years – longer than he’d put up with anyone – from green rookie to one of the guys. She’s better than I am at a lot of it now. Our desks faced each other in the squad room. We’ve watched each other’s backs, saved each other’s skins, laughed, cried and drank together and… I get to read her big news in a frickin email?!
FBI. Congratulations. Hoist one after work at the bar. Blah blah. I look up – she’s watching me, as usual.
“I meant to tell you,” she whispered and sighed. “But the Harrison thing and… never found the right moment.”
“Yeah. Sure. Whatever. Congratulations.” I huffed.
“Be happy for me,” she pleaded softly.
“Oh I am. Great news. But I am miserable for me!” I whined. I knew I should be a grown-up about this but it was too hard. I’d had a suspicion but… never thought she’d leave me.
“You’re missing the point,” she said, shutting off her light and stomping off. I was stunned… could not grasp that I won’t see her every day. I’ve never felt such loss. How am I going to survive? Seeing her at the bar now and then, maybe a wedding or heaven forbid a funeral? Or on some Federal case when she shows up to second guess me?
Wait… what was that last thing she said? The point? What is the point?
It hit me like a ton of bricks. We won’t be working together anymore! I can turn on all those feelings for her I worked so hard to turn off! Does she want that? Is that the point? I allowed myself to think about what that meant… unbuttoning, touching her gorgeous tits, kissing those lips, hearing her moan when I…
Where’d she go? Her tote’s on her chair; she’s still here. I checked the break room, the boss’ office. Other cops shouted about the news – I plastered on a smile and threw them a thumbs-up. Finally Carla, the evidence room clerk who seems to know everything, pointed me to the locker room.
I thought no one was in there but then I heard the water and headed to the showers and saw her. Naked. Wet. Waiting.
“What took you so long?” she said.