Prompt for February 28: Four Lines of Prose about the Saboteur


[I wasn’t able to upload this yesterday. Prompt from .]

His eyes were immediately drawn to the swaying roundness of her red silk-clad ass as she walked away from him. Even as the precious seconds were ticking by, his window of escape narrowing, he couldn’t help but imagine his teeth sinking into all that flesh. He checked the box on his way to the back of the gala and froze mid step.

That little minx had taken the Jaguar’s Eye from right under his nose.


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