Flash Fiction: Makes Sense

“But why?” she said.  “Why?  I can see you’re attracted to me, and I’ve been throwing myself at your head.  Why won’t you kiss me?”

“You don’t want me, baby,” he said.  “I’m bad news.  I’ll just hurt you.”

“Oh,” she said.  “Good reason.  Okay.  Bye.”


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9 thoughts on “Flash Fiction: Makes Sense”

  1. My wife got some good advice once upon a time (from her mother, of all people), “If someone says you’re too good for them, believe them.”

  2. So, if it’s only 46% of a drabble, how close is that to a dribble?

    And how many drams does it take to get to the center of a drabble?




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