This was the second of three microfictions I did when I co-hosted a day over at Torquere Press's LiveJournal Community. The prompt was "balloon," "guava," and "Persian." Took me about 35 minutes. Enjoy! This one is a little bit randy.
I pawed through the fridge, trying to hold my breath. The rubber gloves had been a good idea, but apparently a face mask would have been a better one. Or maybe that stuff that garbage collectors smeared under their noses? Did they even do that anymore? I picked up a Tupperware container whose lid had swollen upward like an over-filled balloon, and dropped it in the trash can next to me.
Milton, my Persian cat, watched me from the safety of a nearby chair. The smell didn't seem to bother him a bit. Lucky bastard. Must come from licking his own rear.
A key in the lock made Milton's ears prick, and he dove to the floor as Geoff came in. Geoff had a habit of plopping down without looking first. I grinned as Milton disappeared into the living room.
"Jesus, Hugh, what died?" Geoff set his briefcase on the table and dropped into the chair Milton had so recently vacated.
"The fridge." I tossed a squishy shriveled thing into the can. Possibly a guava, or maybe a science experiment gone wrong.
Geoff braved the reek to come rub my shoulders. "Poor love."
"I told you we should've gotten a new one instead of trying to fix it."
Geoff nibbled my earlobe. "Are you saying I'm not handy?" His hands slid lower, caressing my hips.
"Well…" I gasped as he grabbed my crotch. Arousal flared through me, and suddenly the stench didn't seem so powerful. "Shit, how do you do that?"
Geoff chuckled. "Least I can do is make this more interesting. Say, the faster you clean, the faster I stroke?"
I never cleaned anything so fast in my life. Geoff really was handy, sometimes.
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