March 23: Secret

From @thomaswanhoff:

Keaw woke up, the smell of tiger balm hit her nose. She was sweating even at 9am, since there was no fan and no window to open. She poked the girl next to her, one of five sleeping with her on the floor. No secret it was uncomfortable. Just another day at the massage shop.

From @directrun:

She had a new love, entwined in her mind, spirit, body, she loved his fullness. The walk, talk, perception, care, and the warm—no—HOT touch, she was in love. He was of another culture,  there was one thing she wanted to influence, to change about him. She had a secret for him—

From @sleepypigrabbit:

Have you ever thought of how deadly secrets can be? It takes just one secret to mess with your mind. How many secrets have you spilled when you promised you'd keep them? Secrets that have led to love and lives lost forever. After all, 'two can keep a secret if one of them is dead'.

From @sengkang:

He was fat, fifty five. Obese really. Bald. Ill fitting cheap shirt, pants, shoes. Hanging tiredly, sweatily on the BTS handrail. She was about thirty, beautiful. Smoldering dark eyes. “Secret” she hissed at him. “Secret.” His heart fluttered. “What?” He smiled. “Secret” she hissed “You skin secret and you steenk.” Deflated, saddened. Off next stop.

From konfuzed:

I saw her on the way home from work.  her head held high, her hair pinned up, her makeup exquisitely done, an image of perfection. I was beside her on the train, she smelled sweet as flowers, subtle yet perfumed. Her dress was a shimmering miracle, figure hugging satin, revealing  an ample bosom, shapely hips and a trim waistline.  What's her secret I thought, where is the fault in this image of perfection?

From @nikkihammett1:

Her husband welcomed her back home. A kitten was on their porch. Thin. Scuffy “Are you feeding this thing?” “No.” “Good! Don’t and it will go away.” After two months the kitten was still there. Fatter. Settled.

“Are you feeding him?” A long silence. “Nitnoi.” He had been all along. “Me too. He’s called Bobi.”

From anonymous:

It’s no secret that I’m gay! Just because I haven’t told anyone yet doesn’t make it  secret. I thought someone would have guessed, but no, my secret is safe. So safe in fact that it’s become all-consuming. I fear that when someone does find out they will say, “don’t worry, you’re secret’s safe with me”

From @PennyKinned:

It is a common domestic scene.

“Would you like some toast with that?”

“Sure.”

“Regular or slightly burnt?”

“Burnt sounds good.”

She brings the mildly charred toast over, and he smiles at her in thanks. And, all the while, it throbs between them. The quiet betrayal, the sordid secret.

She smiles back, anyway.