When the satyr came, drunk, roaring like a lion, the whores dashed to their chambers. Lying on her cot, trembling Vanessa prayed it would not be her turn. She heard footsteps approaching. She stared at the curtains. They moved. She closed her eyes. The girl in the next chamber screamed.
A 50-Word Story a Day Keeps the Boredom Away #77
boy with a hat 
Fear depicted well in just 50 words, nice work!
I tip my hat!
🙂
If U can please read my flash fiction Impressions
She got lucky this time
Powerful!
Haha! What a way to leave us all just hanging there!
Clever to make your reader’s heart pound in only 50 words!
again you leave us wanting more… well written Vincent.
Hope this is okay. http://thebowtiebutterfly.com/2012/12/09/boy-with-a-hat/
You’ve just truly inspired and I really enjoy your work. You’re a true artist.
You’ve made my day. 😉
🙂 and now you’ve made mine!
oh my!how horrific. I trembled myself