Snapshots are very short flash stories. As such, they typically lack character and plot beyond what might be imagined. Some have sexual content, some do not. Regardless, the only way to get them out of my head is to write them down.
Snapshots are images that haunt me, or make me feel: sad, happy, wondrous, confused, angry, frightened, aroused and a whole range of other emotions. Hopefully, readers might experience them similarly.
Summer heat relentlessly invades her bedroom. Insomnia stakes its torrid claim. Eryn dresses and departs, leaving her alone until tomorrow to suffer the sultry heat. Originally written in June 2012.