Calyxala was an award winning photographer, her pictures always in b&w, sepia, or shades of brown – she kept her colourblindness a secret.
So when Maxie invited her for the weekend at his new digs in some recently renovated industrial spaces – she envisioned great sex and interesting architectural photography.
But the townhouses were not numbered yet, and Maxie’s “3rd mauve on the right one” did not constitute directions for her; “Help” she texted.
Composed for Three Line Tales hosted by Sonya at only 100 words; photo by Dmitri Popov via Unsplash
© my frill freudian slip 2016
Lorraine's frilly freudian slip 
November 10, 2016 at 11:02 am
Thank goodness for mobile phones :)
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November 11, 2016 at 9:24 am
How did we do without them. Once what I said about post-it-notes!
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November 10, 2016 at 5:30 am
Excellent.
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November 10, 2016 at 7:16 am
Thank you — I’ve been looking into your quote challenge and may give it a whirl. Sound interesting.
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