Go on, you know you want to. What harm will it do?
Look at those pretzels. Don’t they smell yummy!
Or what about a big, fat, juicy hotdog with lashings of onions, covered in tomato ketchup?
Tell you what, I’ll cover my eyes. That way I won’t see you.
Honest, I promise, I won’t peak. I’ll keep them covered until you’ve finished. That way nobody else will know anything about it.
We’ll keep it a secret between the two of us.
And when you’ve finished I’ve got some ideas as to other temptations you might like to give in to.
A 100-word story for Friday Fictioneers.
Photo prompt courtesy of © Roger Bultot
Categories: 100-Word Stories
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