A 100 word flasher by Julius
copyright 2003
The Jeweller's drew all sorts. This young thing shopping for hoop ear-rings for instance. Skirt short, legs long, lovely he thought.
The mirrored shelf below the glass counter was angled just so. Donna spotted it right away. Barry gazed happily up her skirt and she let him.
"Be back, gotta get some cash"
Returning, cash in hand, panties in purse, she stood, straddle-legged before the counter. "Sweet old guy," she thought.
Barry stared down, she smiled, hearing him gasp.
The death certificate would say heart failure. Donna called it sensory overload, and cried herself to sleep that night.
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