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FLASH FICTION PROMPT
He stood there and gaped, like a baboon thrown into a New York
Traffic Street, with the last memory having something to do with a
banana split.
Knowing him as I did, something suggested that I ought to just stand
there right alongside him and lend my elegance and taste to the scene.
We stood there.
We stared.
I waited.
He stared some more.
And finally, when I was about ready to whack him about the head and
shoulders, he turned with that absolutely angelic smile on his face and
breathed the one word that made all the sacrifice worth it.
“Epic!”
(c) Sara Harricharan