They sat facing each other on the floor, socks cast away abandoned with careless glee. With bare sole against bare sole, toe against toe. They had their hands clamped over their ears and their eyes were firmly closed shut, a scowl of concentration rippling brow and forehead. They were motionless, movement was superfluous. He started to smile then with a broad lewd leer a peal of laughter erupted from his depths. Toe to toe they remained. His laughter bellowed out long and echoed back and forth; sound waves combining and destroying as they aligned. She opened her eyes. She loses.

 

From the Compendium of One Hundred Word Stories

NB: See On Accidental Prostitution

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