As I turned the corner, I just caught sight of a flash of red lipstick and a bright crimson t-shirt darting out from inside the convenience store, tipping over the displays on each side, oranges and peaches scattering every which way, as the wooden displays crashed to the pavement.
Adrenaline pumping, I was already moving, well before I’d heard shouts coming from within the store.
“It’s all right, I’ll get her,” I shouted, hoping the shopkeeper would hear.
I chased her long blond hair and pursued her short black skater skirt, but her fear of being caught seemed stronger than my will to catch her.
“Stop,” I cried, as she disappeared suddenly into a nearby alley.
When I turned the corner, my lungs were exploding and my heart thumped wildly.
She slid behind some wheelie bins just in front of me and I teetered and tumbled on top of her.
We grappled in the garbage of yesterday’s news and greasy, discarded Fast-Food.
I struggled to subdue her but she suddenly let go, dissolving into peels of laughter, before kissing me, tongue first, warm, moist and sweaty.
“How much did you get this time?” I asked, with a grin. (200 words)
“The idea of Sunday Photo Fiction is to create a story / poem or something using around about 200 words with the photo as a guide. It doesn’t have to be centre stage in the story, I have seen some where the placement is so subtle, the writer states where it is.”
This weeks prompt is © A Mixed Bag, 2012.