"Lovely" [55-word story] | 2
“You were waiting long?” he asked.
“Not long,” she replied, fumbling with her keys, looking out the window, glancing furtively, tapping her shoe, scowling, drifting off in thought, ignoring him, looking put-upon, weary, hard-suffering, resigned, indifferent -- was she his girlfriend? Or was he a fly she’d learned to tolerate?
“You look lovely,” he said, softly.
[a tale wholly imagined. Here -- rather than adapting a traditional story -- I'm (gingerly) venturing into fiction per se. Maybe this is a good form for me. Am oftentimes daunted by even (longer-form) short fiction . . . ]
“Not long,” she replied, fumbling with her keys, looking out the window, glancing furtively, tapping her shoe, scowling, drifting off in thought, ignoring him, looking put-upon, weary, hard-suffering, resigned, indifferent -- was she his girlfriend? Or was he a fly she’d learned to tolerate?
“You look lovely,” he said, softly.
[a tale wholly imagined. Here -- rather than adapting a traditional story -- I'm (gingerly) venturing into fiction per se. Maybe this is a good form for me. Am oftentimes daunted by even (longer-form) short fiction . . . ]
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