Upskirt

Today started like any other; I disengaged from my charging cradle, and scurried from room to room pretending to sweep the floors or vacuum the carpets. But in reality, I was secretly and patiently waiting for the chance to take photographs up the skirts of the prettiest residents for my master. And, since I was a small black carpet-cleaning disc, no one would ever be the wiser!

My first target of the day, Mrs. Q, stepped obligingly over me, then paused. My shutter fired over and over, right up inside her light-yellow skirt. All the way up to her pink panties. Perfect focus, perfect lighting. Master would be so pleased!

Little did I know, but my day wouldn't end nearly so well as it had started...

This story is extremely short and has been widely published for free as an introduction to a larger collection. If you are being asked to pay for it, please ask your retailer to price match.

The entire collection of twelve tales, Flash Fiction One, is available at the same outlet where you found this. Check it out!