Getting ready
Two white trails across the table.
One for him.
One for her.
She was watching him line the specks of dust with a credit card.
She leans over, her finger blocks one nostril and she sniffs half her line in. Repeats from the other nostril. She takes off her underwear.
CC BY-SA 4.0 image from commons.wikimedia.org, created by M
I wrote this as my second entry to this week's Fifty Word Story Contest held by 
The prompt for this one is the word "Dust".
I had that story written on my phone and wasn't going to publish it, but since I don't have time to prepare something else today, I edited a bit and here we are. I wanted to say a lot more, that's more like a teaser and not a "story", I may work a little on it tomorrow if I have the time (I really need to watch the final episode of Game of Thrones, so you understand what my "priorities" will be tomorrow - lol).
Should I continue the story writing some dark NSFW stuff? What do you say?
Thank you so much for your time!
Until my next post,
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