Flash fiction: The Wolf’s Clothes

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‘Ingrid!’

I turned and there you were, leaning out of the car window, into the rain. ‘Get in, get in, you’re drenched.’ You had that smile on your face, the one you must have practiced, the one that always made me weak. I got in.

I stared at you as I dripped onto your leather passenger seat. ‘Suited and booted,’ you said, wiggling the knot of your silk tie in the rear view mirror. ‘Will I do?’ You already knew that you would. ‘A wedding. Come with me!’

‘Looking like this?’

‘You look good enough to eat,’ you said.

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I started with a wolf in sheep’s clothing when I looked at this photo, but then I seemed to move onto a wolf in wolf’s clothing. Never mind, we could always just say it was ‘lamb to the slaughter’. And for those of you who missed him, the ‘you’ in this story is Rex.

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For those who don’t know how Friday Fictioneers works, this picture (this time supplied by Sandra Crook) is our inspiration for our weekly online writing group hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Each story is only about 100 words long, so why not read a few others: click here to read some more or to join in.

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