Beat that for a 100 word flash fiction!
He keeps looking at me with his groping, watching eyeballs. It’s a familiar feeling, but at the same time, new.
This isn’t the kind of man who usually approaches me, but somehow I know it’ll happen, even before he slips up behind me with a grocery cart loaded down with Doritos and Dr. Pepper.
And he goes for it.
One hand reaches out, and grabs me, squeezing gently, like he’s unsure of what to do, or if he’s made the right decision.
Then he leans forward and inhales, drinking in my ripe scent.
Just like an orange should be.