Photo by nowme. She posts the pics (NYC windows) and I write the stories (female lead, 100 words or less).
Tonya didn’t have a choice the first time Royce kissed her. She was sitting by his girlfriend Monique—everyone called her Nique—in the midst of a game of Spin the Bottle. The empty bottle pointed to her. She hesitated. “It’s just a game,” said Nique. When Royce kissed her, Tonya felt like a sparkler was fizzing deep in her belly. The next day she rode the train to her favorite spot, a block like a glass and brick collage pasted to the sky. She glanced at the candy-striped tower. She wanted Royce there, to melt his tongue into hers.
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