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| Found on Google Images, a balloon flowerpot. |
FLASH FICTION PROMPT:
It’s in the middle of the table.
It’s the most hideously garish thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.
But she’s sitting across the table from me and as our eyes meet above
the neon tangles of it, there’s a challenge in those wickedly dark
orbs. She’s daring me, silently, to disapprove of her choice. Daring me
to disagree with her. Daring me to prove that I won’t take her and
everything that she has to offer.
Begging me, almost, to prove that she is unworthy of the love that I can no longer hold back.
~Sara