The argument brutal, he thought they were through. She stomped away down the street away, away from him. No counter argument. They were doomed. Until she turned around, stomped right up, getting in his grill, and kissed him for all the world to see.
“We’ll talk about it later.”
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
Yep, another totally random, unrelated picture. I’m just full of them.
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