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FLASH FICTION PROMPT
“What a flirt!” Susan tossed her head. She pursed cherry-pinked
lips into something vaguely resembling a sneer. “Honestly, I can’t even
go anywhere these days without boys practically flinging themselves into
my-”
“Would you just shut up, Stevenson?” The drawling command came from
Kelsey Martin, a dishwater blonde with a scar stretching from one
eyebrow to her jawline. “No one really cares what you think of Gerald
Kymer.”
The redhead huffed and puffed for a moment, before the cherry lips
curved into a pout. “You’re just jealous because none of them asked you
dance. Guess they can tell your dance skills by looking at your face.”
“Jealousy looks good on you.” The blonde retorted. She never paused in her getaway stroll. “Don’t bother to take it off.”
(c) Sara Harricharan