"Veronica's Knickers"

a 100 word flasher by Julius
copyright 2002

This was "just a flasher" but I felt compelled to carry on with the story. So; I wrote two more full length parts with these characters. They will follow. Being a blog, the parts end up in a sort of reverse order.



The white panties had blown from Veronica's laundry line. He took them next door, knocked and asked, "Yours?"

She was an exquisite forty something widow, he a divorcee of fifty three.

She smiled, took the panties and offered him coffee.

The kitchen table was glass topped, her housecoat casually worn. He longed for what he saw and she saw in him what she needed.

Never a bed-on-first-date lady, she escorted him to the door fifteen minutes later. Neither wanted the parting, neither quite knew how to prevent it.

Briefer, red panties were on his lawn next morning.