Written for ErynPotter's 100 stories under 100 words challenge.
I used the prompt Nook as theme.
Word-count: 97
Minerva and Bernice sneaked away from their mothers. Tiptoed up an old winding staircase. Further and further.
They were nearly up in the attic when Bernice stopped and said:
"This is my place." She pointed at an almost triangular door.
Behind the door was a very small room, nothing more than a cupboard.
But Bernice had managed to furnish it. Pillows, a stool, a box, blankets.
They sat down, closed the door.
Minerva could barely see her friend. She was near.
Her hot breath.
Her hot body, warm, soft fingers.
"We can hold hands here", Bernice said.