“Don’t you love me,” she asked.
“Of course, but you’re already mine.” He didn’t look up from his computer.
“What if I find another?” She teased, but she was serious too.
“You won’t. You’re already mine.”
“I’m not a penny in your pocket. If you want me to stay, then let me know every day.”
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.
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