Lovesick
Flash fiction
She was a sickness, a disease that drove men mad with passion and grief. Paul was an ailing man.
Her soft emerald eyes and sweet lips proved to be a deadly combination for Paul, a seasoned thief, but dimwitted.
Still, he gave her everything, furs, diamonds, luxury, but she knew a thief blinded by lust was bad business.
She was a wild woman armed with cunning wit and lethal, feminine charm.
She’d escape with her goods, but not before slipping something strong in his drink. Her stooge fast asleep.
Paul desired the sickness over the cure.
Such a damn fool.
Short, sweet and packs a punch! Thank you!
Oh how I know the disease so well.