The Prisoner & The Mango



She screeched again as I tried to move again. Okay…fine…am not moving…I said. She hurled another one at me–successfully dodged. Not juicy…ehh…I asked her. She looked at me with fiery eyes and picked up another one. She looked around and then slowly chewed the top off and then vigourously started peeling the mango with her long slender fingers keeping it between her foot. How is it…I asked. She doesn’t reply. She was sucking the mango with her eyes closed while her child, atlast was at comfort, sucking her nipple quietly with its eyes closed.


Daily Prompt: Juicy


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