“Emily! C’mon! You’re missing all the good shots! I want pictures with all my bridesmaids!”
It wasn’t that I didn’t like the beach. I liked it fine. And it wasn’t that I didn’t want to be there with Rosalind or our other friends. I liked them just fine, too.
“I’m coming. Hold your pants on!”
I liked the beach.
I liked my friends.
But I’d been in love with Rosalind for the last three years, and watching her getting ready to marry Brad was nothing short of torture.
That’s it for me today – super short flash fiction. Be sure to check out Jess and and Siobhan’s stories, too!
Well that was short and . . .
That was brilliantly done. Seriously. Short but it packed a punch…an angsty punch. Wa-pow!