She wants one more moment in the tub. She needs once more to feel his presence, if only a fleeting whisper. Tears meet smile as she relives his touch. In the soothing warmth of wetness, she remembers riding him in this tub, feeling him deeply in her. She feels him as vividly as she pictures him, his skin glistening in the candlelight--the same candles. She lit them this night, as on eight occasions prior, to remember what the candles' glow was like on their final night together.
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Your challenge for this Friday, 9-10-10, is to use the photo above to write a flash fiction of 60-88 words. Here's a phrase for you to use in your submission: "...the candles' glow was like..."Image "Into Tub" courtesy of Kathy Slamen, via Erotic Flash Fiction.