[This is my entry for Flash Fiction Friday. To see a list of participants, or if you're interested in participating (and you should be!), go visit PB's blog. Happy FFF!]
Challenge Details: Must be less than 100 words, with the required phrase, "...a hint of mischief..."
I don't think I can do this.
Too self-conscious. Too embarrassed and inhibited and modest...
Heart racing, she throws open her top, naked flesh of her breasts bursting forth.
She keeps walking, eyes screwed shut. She doesn't want to see their reactions, doesn't want their disgusted looks to beat her down lower.
Then, a whistle.
Men gaping, or trying and failing not to.
A rush of empowerment, of confidence and beauty.
Well boys, she thinks with a hint of mischief, wait till you get a load of this. Her fingers remove the top button of her denim shorts...