by Peter Wild
She held up her hands like some sort of diminutive air traffic controller and said, "Excuse me?" He blushed and looked at his chubby sausage fingers, interlaced in his sweaty lap. "You did ask," he murmured guiltily. "I know I asked," she replied. "I know I asked. It's just, of all the things you could've said, you're telling me that that's your biggest fantasy?"
Peter Wild, whose full catalog is here, is the editor of The Flash & Perverted by Language: Fiction inspired by The Fall. You can read more here.