Response to Carrot Ranch’s June 1 Flash Fiction Challenge: Feeling Content
The waves gently buoyed them on the surface of the lake. Their floaties connected by each other’s resting feet. The summer sun heated their skin to burning levels.
She looked over at him, eyes closed, content as fuck. As if they hadn’t just fought World War III over breakfast. As if his half-assed apology was supposed to make her forget his need for constant confirmation of his masculinity. He only highlighted his frailty.
The resentment bubbling within her reached dangerous limits. Dipping her foot deep into the water, she kicked with everything she had, tipping the smug son-of-a-bitch overboard.
You caught me by surprise. That is one smouldering lady.
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bwahaha — love it!!!!
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Ha! Thus proving, contentment is fleeting! Great twist to splash the moment.
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