Could you write a short story in EXACTLY 100 words? I had a go today…

You stand in the corner, silent. Your legs, your arms, your back all curve luxuriously, solipsistically stealing space. You are taunting me, teasing me.

Come. Closer. Covet.

I circle you, regarding with giddy wonder the graceful whorls and lattices traced intricately in the small of your glorious back. I long to caress you, run my devouring hand over and down, under and in.

There are others in the room, but I see only you. I must have you.

I succumb. I surrender.

I sit.

“I’ll take it,” I say.

“Such a beautiful chair, Sir,” says the salesperson. “Cash or credit?”

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