Thursday, February 16, 2012

Flirt (Flash Fiction)

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“What a flirt!” Susan tossed her head. She pursed cherry-pinked lips into something vaguely resembling a sneer. “Honestly, I can’t even go anywhere these days without boys practically flinging themselves into my-”

“Would you just shut up, Stevenson?” The drawling command came from Kelsey Martin, a dishwater blonde with a scar stretching from one eyebrow to her jawline. “No one really cares what you think of Gerald Kymer.”

The redhead huffed and puffed for a moment, before the cherry lips curved into a pout. “You’re just jealous because none of them asked you dance. Guess they can tell your dance skills by looking at your face.”

“Jealousy looks good on you.” The blonde retorted. She never paused in her getaway stroll. “Don’t bother to take it off.”

(c) Sara Harricharan