Sometimes she gets that look on her face, that better-than-you expression that makes me want to crawl off in a hole somewhere, like I’m so dirty she can’t stand it. Then suddenly she smiles and I know I was wrong. Everything is great. She’s fun and I’m wonderful. Until she gets that look again. Don’t know if I love her or hate her.
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.