Welcome to another Flash Fiction Friday! You know the drill. One picture. One hundred words.
Look at him. Falling all over her like supermodel at a calories don’t count all you can eat buffet. He has no idea what he’s getting himself into. Sure, she’s beautiful, but so not worth it. She’s whiny, clingy, jealous, and starts planning your wedding the moment you say, “Is anyone sitting here?” I wouldn’t be surprised if she uses Photoshop to determine what their future kids will look like. She’s scary, but that’s not the bad part. The bad part is the nuclear case of saber toothed crotch crickets she’s passing out to every guy she beds. Two weeks and I’m still infected.
See what my friends have to say about the “lady” pictured above.