“O-ho!” booms the voice, the hand pumping Torry’s hand, “so this is Allan’s juicy Georgia peach I’m finally getting to meet!”
Torry worms her hand away, bristling.
“I’m not his anymore,” she snaps, “we’ve been divorced for a year now. And I was never any Georgia peach either. I was merely in college there when we met.”
“Well, I sincerely apologize if I gave any offense,” her fellow convention goer concedes, “and you’re right, you surely ain’t no peach.”
Each week, Ivy at Uncharted hosts the Six Sentence Stories flash fiction blog hop. This week’s six is a vignette from The Life and Times of Jane Doe; the cue was “peach.” Fun sixes from other authors are here. Join us!