(100-word flash fiction)
“Sure!” she says, laughing. He sidles closer.
GREEN, he thinks.
“I’ve told you my entire life story but all I know is your name.”
“My life’s so boring. Nothing ever happens.”
“To a drop-dead gorgeous girl like you?”
“Truth!” She says, inching closer and dropping her voice. “My father won’t let me do anything. He’s all powerful and all.”
“He can’t be the President!” He does manage a nervous laugh.
“He’s a gang leader, a Godfather or something.” She speaks directly into his ear. “I have 6 disguised bodyguards scattered around, watching us.”
RED. RED. RED.
Thanks to the wonderful Rochelle, here we meet again 🙂 I am happy I wrangled another story out of the muse. I must admit it’s hard sometimes because it’s bedtime here and the brain does not always co-operate when all it wants is to do is zone out. 🙂 This this story does not make sense to you, now you know 🙂