Thou shall not… FB-FWG – 3oo word flash fiction based on the picture below.

She scurried across the crowded ground, snagging her habit on a few dead branches as she neared the abandoned chapel in the woods. The cross, symbolically missing from the triangled roof, confirmed her mischief. Devoted to her convent, at twenty-six, she believed the Lord was tempting her.

She had seen him many times, performing maintenance throughout the monastery. She kept her head down, shying away from eye-contact – until one day, he dropped his keys. She bent to retrieve them, the two bumped heads. From that day on, he apologized to the lady every-time their paths crossed, most recently, in the flower garden.

She slipped him a note amidst the baby’s breath.

Quickly ducking into seclusion, she peeked out the circular window, making sure she hadn’t been followed. She placed both hands upon the red bars that covered the opening. She sighed in disappointment, wondering if he read her letter.

She could feel his heavy breath from behind her, and then a slight tickle from his tongue as it gently caressed her neck. Chills crossed her entire body, sensation in places she’d never felt before. Her initial thought was to run, hide, repent for inviting him into her life. She froze. God couldn’t possibly disapprove of such pleasure. His lips followed his hands as they made their way across her shoulders. His nails, unmanicured, dug into the delicate curve of her back. She moaned. He spun her around, whispering her name. The beautiful creature’s eyes lit up like fire, two tiny horns grew perfectly from his brow, he pleaded with her to stay. His grip, powerful and convincing, caused her to fall to her knees. The walls around them crumbled, day turned to night. Weak in every sense of the word, she made a choice to weep for eternity.