What does a guy do when he’s having lunch and a girl sits next to him? It’s only a bag of chips. Has she moved closer?! I’m sure she was sitting further over when she sat down. I don’t want to appear a jerk – but it’s a small bag. If I clench and relax my buttocks, I might…be able…to…slide….surreptitiously…
Oh, is she doing the same thing?! There were twelve good inches between us, now there ain’t more than ten. If I had my ruler… but it’s in my work bag. I wish I had my bag! I could wedge it between us. I don’t want to seem a jerk but I can’t eat my chips. She’s looking at my chips! She wants my chips. I knew it. I’m literally on the edge and I don’t want to look a jerk but..oh no, she’s making eye contact…
Oh, she’s looking me up and down, she’s tutting. She thinks I’m a jerk. She’s up. She’s going.
I’m a jerk.
This is my second go at Flash Fiction prompt for a story of 175 words or less. I wrote 185 in the first draft. Do you realise how hard it is to cull ten words?! The story is inspired by a photograph published each week.
This week’s photo is provided by Dorothy. Thanks Dorothy!
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