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Kiss Me

KISS ME

“Kiss me.”

I look around and we’re alone, just the two of us.

“Kiss me.”

I shake my head. It’s not that I don’t want to, but we’re in my best friend’s basement and there’s this weird skeleton in the corner, one of those you’d see in biology class. This is in no way romantic. The party’s upstairs and the others could come down any time. I really don’t want them walking on us.

“Come on, kiss me.”

I smile slyly and slip away from the warm hands that have been holding me tight. I am NOT going to kiss my best friend’s… whatever they are right now. I just went down to find more booze, not drama.

So I run away with a bottle of JD in the hands, determined to forget this ever happened.

Word count : 136 Image : Provided by Pixabay.com Story writing for the 47th Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW), a weekly challenge hosted by Priceless Joy to write a ±100-150 word story based on a picture. For more stories, visit this link!

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