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FLASH FICTION PROMPT
“What is it?”
“A daisy, I think.”
“You think? I thought you knew everything.”
“Shut up, you big idiot.” She reached for his shoulder, using him for
leverage to stand on her feet. She winced, as her crooked leg wavered
beneath her. “Daisies are rare these days. Scarce as an honest heart. It
does look white and that is yellow in the middle, isn’t it?”
“Looks like it to me.” He shrugged. “Not that I could tell white and yellow from red and-”
She elbowed him in the stomach.
(c) Sara Harricharan