Her list of cryptic directions crumpled in his pocket, he followed her ribbon trail into the cornfield, weaving among the stalks. As the satin slipped through his fingers, he realized it was the same she used to piece together their marriage quilt.
Dread filled him as he imagined her recent distractions as more than typical bridal jitters.
He dropped to his knees at the edge of the clearing.
There she lay atop their quilt. Her ecclesiastic skin bathed in moonlight, wearing only a smile.
Still on his knees, he crawled into her embrace as she helped tug off his shirt.
The 100 Word Challenge, a writing prompt created by Velvet Verbosity, takes a single theme to tell a story in only 100 words ~ no more, no less. This week’s theme is ‘Bathed.’
*When my husband and I were first married, we lived in a small rural town in Middle Tennessee. Our home was surrounded by 20 acres of farm land that we leased to a local feed farmer. He had it all planted in corn… that is all I’m going to say about that…