“My dear, you’re a treasure,” Milos stepped back to admire his handiwork.
Mariah scrutinized herself in the mirror.
Tall, lithe form had been transformed into a voluptuous figure draped in raw, black silk. Long voluminous tresses framed a flawless face.
“Yes,” Mariah agreed. “You did a fantastic job. But,” she faced Milos. “The question is, will Ostrov buy it? If he doesn’t I’ll never make it past he door much less to his bedroom.”
“If he doesn’t immediately try to get you into bed, then he is a fool, and you have my permission to kill him. And then,” Milos smiled, “you will have ready access to the safe above his bed.”

(I hope you enjoyed today’s story. I write these micro-stories from a prompt word in one minute. I can edit as much as I want after the one minute, but the bones have to be there before the alarm rings.

The challenge behind today’s story was time. I was in a rush and so had to type fast and just blurted my ideas down onto the keyboard. And now, I have not edited, and instead am putting it up to you as I wrote it. 

I did this same, “micro-story a day” skill-building project in 2010. It revolutionized my writing and prompted the development of my “Flash Your Fiction” workshop for writers. To see the stories from that project, go here.”)