Friday already? I've been so caught up in completing 'When a Soldier Cries', the week disappeared on me. Here are my admittedly hasty hundred words. Enjoy my take on the image, then be sure to treat yourself to the other FFF participant's alternate interpretations by following this link to Flasher Fiction Friday.
Carina’s hand gripped his. “I might let you win,” Joel lied, grinning. “I like to watch while Claudio drives you senseless with his talented tongue.”
“I hate to lose,” Carina warned him. Her smile faded as she strained to press his hand to the table. “I hate a liar more.”
Joel ‘s knuckles rapped against the rough plank tabletop. His heart pounded; wanting out of the closet. Fear of rejection was a howling banshee inside his skull, clenching fast to freedom’s key.
“You can’t trust me, but you still want me?” Carina spat. “Claudio’s honest about his bisexuality. You lose.”