Thursday, September 13, 2012

Asthma (Flash Fiction)




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FLASH FICTION PROMPT

“I can’t breathe.”

“Dude, you don’t have asthma.” James cast a sideways look in my direction. “You look like-”

“Don’t say it.” I interrupted, still staring out across the university parking lot. “Really. She can probably hear it.”

“She’s like, a hundred feet away. I don’t think so.” He huffed. “Really! You’re such a-”

“Gentleman?” I flashed a toothy grin. “Yeah. I know. She likes that.”

“I–wha…dude.” James sighed and turned away.

I trotted across the parking lot to offer my assistance to my future girlfriend.

(c) Sara Harricharan ^_^

A/N: and the obligatory author's note that I feel ought to accompany this piece---no, I am not making light of folks who have to deal with asthma on a daily basis. I just thought that it was a different twist than going with the expected "I can't breathe" prompt. Ciao.

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