Getting ready
Two white trails across the table.
One for him.
One for her.
She was watching him line the specks of dust with a credit card.
She leans over, her finger blocks one nostril and she sniffs half her line in. Repeats from the other nostril. She takes off her underwear.
CC BY-SA 4.0 image from commons.wikimedia.org, created by M
I wrote this as my second entry to this week's Fifty Word Story Contest held by 
The prompt for this one is the word "Dust".
I had that story written on my phone and wasn't going to publish it, but since I don't have time to prepare something else today, I edited a bit and here we are. I wanted to say a lot more, that's more like a teaser and not a "story", I may work a little on it tomorrow if I have the time (I really need to watch the final episode of Game of Thrones, so you understand what my "priorities" will be tomorrow - lol).
Should I continue the story writing some dark NSFW stuff? What do you say?
Thank you so much for your time!
Until my next post,
Steem on and keep smiling, people!
Original story by 
Also shared on my Whaleshares blog