deadly flash fiction

gave flash fiction friday #6 a looser trigger, in that it was the eighth deadly... could be used anywhere within the piece; curious to see how many of us still used it as a starter...

always look for the ulterior motive, he reminded himself, always, no matter who you dealing with or why. regardless of how well you think you know somebody and their wants and needs, always be on the lookout for something under the obvious, especially when things don’t quite add up to four. he tried to never underestimate the lengths people will go to for even a miniscule fulfillment.
so taking the scenic route on a leisurely sunday drive home from the beach was an excuse to pass by the icecream shop, which was all the excuse necessary to go in. it was the eighth deadly sin, this brand of subtle manipulation, especially since he knew somehow it would become his fault before the evening was done. he would be somehow responsible for breaking her get-ready-for-carnival-diet – fast, really, was the better word for her approach this rounds, in his humble opinion – once the pastelles and black cake finish, she say she was only eating once a day, proper breakfast, then some health-drink at lunchtime, and as much water as she wanted until 6pm. in his humble opinion she was better off not having so much pastelle and ponche a crema in the first place, but that wasn’t his place to say and he knew it. he knew better than to suggest she didn’t know best, and was already regretting the disagreement they’d have in a short if he couldn’t refrain from objecting when he was blamed for the icecream weakness.
he enjoyed his rum+raisin nonetheless, using that to settle himself into yes-honey mentality in preparation for the inevitable flagellation about this dessert, especially as it was preceded by a bake+shark that should have been a veg+shark to fit her costume requirements.
he watched her ravage her cookies+cream+cone and knew the fuss would all be worth it come carnival tuesday when her perfect round ass was bouncing and pushing back on him in the road in fuschia bikini+beads+feathers, but right now, in january, it was just a pain in the ass.

walk good.