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FLASH FICTION PROMPT
“Beauty pageant?” The brunette eyed her friend with a mixture of
wariness and confusion. “And you want me to join you because…?”
“Because I don’t wanna enter by mesel!”
“You do not want to enter by yourself.” She frowned. “Myself.” She
corrected, quickly. “You know, you could always play that as a charming
angle, if you’d just get the rest of your-”
“Okay, fine. I dinna want to.” The blonde pouted. “But it looks like fun.”
“Fun?” Her friend sputtered.
The blonde smirked. “They have fire-throwing for one of the categories.”
At once, the smirk was mirrored and the dark brown hair burst into a shimmering of red and white flames that swarmed around her heart-shaped face. “I see. So you’re entering as our own kind, a firecaller?”
“Naturally.”
“Count me in. This is one beauty pageant I’d never miss!”
(c) Sara Harricharan