Two Vignettes

by Rajah Dodger {rdodger@hotmail.com} (c) 2009

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Abstract: Two brief pieces suggested by pictures

Vignette 1: Window Dressing

by Rajah Dodger {rdodger@hotmail.com} (c) 2009

The flashlight outlined the figure on the windowsill. "Here now," barked the
policeman, "What's going on?"

The figure froze halfway toward reaching for the nearby purse.

"Just get down from the window and step over here, please." The command voice
brooked no refusal.

Leslie carefully swung around and stretched out to plant the high heels on the
ground, picking up the purse with one hand. "I can explain, I was just waiting
for..."

Apparently the explanation wouldn't be immediately required, as the light in
Leslie's eyes shook from the laughter of the policeman.

"Oh, this is rich!" Low rumbling chuckles shook the uniformed outline. "A
pretty little nancy-boy waiting on his date! They'll love you at the station
house, oh my yes!"

Leslie burned from embarrassment and frustration. He knew damn well that the
gaff was positioned well; he must have been sloppy with the foundation. That
would be a serious failing to explain to Mistress, but he had a greater
challenge first.

How was he to avoid being hauled away and missing his appointment with Her?

/END (4/13/2009)/

Vignette 2: Letdown

by Rajah Dodger {rdodger@hotmail.com} (c) 2009

"And what are you looking at?"

The sharpness of her own voice surprised Shelly. At least the man had allowed
her to take a shower with the door closed, but now she was back under his
strange gaze, at once both curious and dismissive. The fluffy bathtowel wrapped
around her still-moist skin seemed little protection, and she busied herself
towel-drying her hair.

Soon enough he would be gone. He was already fully dressed, down to his
polished black shoes, as if their encounter had never taken place. Beyond him
she could see the three hundred-dollar bills lying on the desk.

Crumpled.

/END (4/22/2009)/

Endnote: Originally published at State of Insanity (http://soi.hyperchat.com)