Flash Fiction – 08/24/2015

Under table

“I can’t believe we are here. The invitations, the music, everything is ready for next month.”

“Are you okay?” James asked placing his hand over my knee.

“Yes, love.”

“You know this is it, right?”

“Yes, love,” I said rubbing the back of his hand under the table.

“Can you say anything else?”

“We should have changed. We are wearing shorts, for God’s sake!”

“Calm down, precious. That’s precisely why we’re here. So you don’t have to stress. Next month we can just party.”

“I know, thanks.”

“Are the two of you ready?”


“We are here to celebrate—”




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