2/10 – Street Art
“What. The. Fuck?” Jeanie said, stopping in front of Milo’s building, looking at a mural that hadn’t been there the day before.
“I don’t know, I woke up, went out to get some coffee, and there it was,” Milo said, shaking his head.
“It must have taken them all night,” she said, examining the wet paint. “It’s horrible,” Milo said, rolling his eyes. “It’s not horrible. I mean, it’s, well, it’s not super interesting. Sort banal and weirdly sterile. It could be worse.”
“Have you seen the murals in Bushwick? Those are fucking amazing. This looks like clipart,” Milo scoffed.
Jeanie laughed, looking nervous suddenly. “What do you mean?”
He cocked his head, frowning at the art. “I don’t know, like something someone would pick for some kind of writing prompt. Just picked randomly from a free stock art site or something.”
Jeanie’s eyes widened. “I mean, I’m sure if it was, they were just trying to find something inspirational.”
Milo turned his narrowing eyes to Jeanie. “Inspirational?”
She shrugged. “Yeah, like sometimes random words can feel repetitive. Like you can’t just keep writing about vague concepts like ‘focus,’ or ‘anonymity’ all month.
Milo swallowed. “Or ‘stars?’” Their eyes locked. “Or ‘storm’ or ‘oath’” they said simultaneously.
“You know too?” She whispered, getting closer. He nodded, fear in his eyes. “I’ve had the dreams, every night this month.”
They both looked around at the quiet empty New York street. Why would a New York street be empty? They realized it was difficult to populate a city in the brief span of flash fiction.
She turned and realized they had gotten closer. Her elbow brushed his chest. Their eyes met again. “I thought the last one was sweet. I wondered how long it would take him to get a little sexy,” she said looking down, her hair falling in front of her eyes a little. He smiled too.
“I think he’s just waiting. He’s testing the water or maybe letting the readers get comfortable with wholesomeness so he can shock them with something obscene.”
She laughed at that. “You think? Eight thousand words so far and not even a spanking,” she said, biting her lip.
His eyebrows rose. “Are you offering?” She swallowed again, eyes widening and cheeks reddening again.
“Maybe. Let’s see what the next prompt is. Maybe it will be something easily pervertable. Like ‘daddy’ or ‘slave’ or something.” She said, stepping closer to him.
“Like the string of thirsty Wordle entries? Moist, perky, mount? Then again, who says they need to be easily pervertable?” He said, slipping his arm around her waist.
She laughed. “Knowing him, he could probably write a novel with something ordinary to most people, but racy to his kinky friends. Something like ‘cousin’ or ‘au pair’ or something.” He chuckled at that, his fingers just grazing her bare midriff.
“I can imagine it! He’d probably get a boner writing about ‘socks’ or ‘thighs.”
She pressed herself against him, looking up at him over her batted eyelashes. “Guess we’ll just have to wait until tomorrow. We’ll see what his inspiration will be.”
Milo nodded, moving forward and pushing his nose through her hair to whisper in her ear. “I wonder what we can do to kill time until then,” he growled.
She looked at him fiercely, pouting lips trembling a little. “Well, we could join his Patreon and get access to over a hundred filthy but thought-provoking short stories.”
He nodded furiously. “Fuck yeah. I read it starts at only five dollars!”
“Can I sit on your face while I read them out loud?” She screamed as her body shuttered and convulsed, the thought of such a bargain giving her an instant hands-free orgasm.