“Flowers? Didn’t I tell you I didn’t want any?” Theresa stifled a groan. So embarrassing. Everyone in the office stared and grinned.
“B-b-but your friend said I should get them.” Awkward, eager, Will’s eyes begged her to accept.
“You just wait. I’ll make you carry flowers around all day tomorrow. Ever hear of an amaryllis?”
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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