“It was right here, I’m telling you.”
“I can’t believe we’re doing this, we’re gonna get in trouble–”
“Shut up,” she said tenderly, and drew him in for a kiss. “The school closed two decades ago. Nobody’s watching. We had a way bigger chance of getting caught the first time.”
“The first time the punishment wouldn’t have been jail,” he said. “Or, like, our kids finding out.”
“They’ll think it’s cool,” she said. “I remember you talking me into this last time. Now c’mere. Remind me why it worked.”
They embraced, the leaves skittering on the stairs the only sound.
Word Count: 100
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly blog hop hosted by Rochelle. She posts a photo prompt then challenges readers to write a 100 word story inspired by the prompt. It’s a fun challenge. Give it a try! Check here for the info then write your story and post it, link up and enjoy the other stories!