Prompt 72: Taste

I have often written of how Wolfe dislikes women, upon introspection I find that untrue. Annie is very much a woman. He doesn’t show it always but Wolfe loves her very much.

Wolfe doesn’t dislike women, he dislikes fools. Not to say all women are fools, but they’ve got a hell of a batting average. It’s not their fault, you don’t get ( Read more... )

Prompt 70: Smell

“Annie.” The approaching person said, I nearly jumped out of my skin.

“Nero!” I screamed looking up to see my hero - Nero Wolfe, my Nero, my love, stood tall, and strong before me, smiling. I ran into his arms and buried my face in his chest. It really was him. It feels like him, looks like him. As he kisses me it tastes like him. ( Read more... )

Prompt 68: Sight

“I like your glasses.” Holly said sitting in Eliot’s lap. They were relaxing at home; shoes kicked off, contacts disposed of. Eliot smiled; he didn’t know many women who preferred his glasses to contacts. Holly found them sexy as hell. And lo and behold he thought her thick black framed specs were better than cleavage.

They both had ( Read more... )