Flash Fiction: Ogresweat — Part Three of Five

“M-meg smell good.”

She gulped receiving Thragg’s ogrish flattery. “Uh, thanks?”

Tapping her new tusks in the romantic ambience of a burning camp, Meg eyed escape routes.

Her fidgets made the mountain of muscle before her bashfully look to the ground.


All installments in order.


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