Jeanne at The Raisin Chronicles posted a challenge last Friday for a piece of Flash Fiction (100 words or less), to be left in her comments. I don't think that quickly, so I hope she won't mind that I used it as an excuse for a post. Husband posted his yesterday.
Her prompt was this: The room was silent, except for...
The room was silent, except for the last tinkling shard of glass to hit the floor.
Once the initial shock wore off, Kevin put his hand to his mouth, now bleeding copiously. His eyes were wide with pain and confusion.
"Umm, Jessica?" I said, as I gently pulled her back to her seat, aware of the many stares now focused on our table, "I think he said, 'That dress makes you look fab.' And I think you are just supposed to throw the drink, in any case."
