“I’m completely renewed, you know how revitalizing a whole makeover is — new cut, new clothes, new toilette, new everything,” Torrey chirps. She raises one wrist, takes a deep sniff, smiles at Lesley, smiles even more brilliantly at Alan’s attorney across the conference table. Alan couldn’t make this settlement negotiation; business. That suits Torrey. She flips her hair and sniffs her wrist again, simpers at the attorney.
“Ah, yes,” the man says drily. “Deep Woods Off No. 5.”
Torrey’s mouth snaps shut audibly.
“You were angling for a compliment, Mrs. Graff,” the attorney says. “Be careful what you fish for.”
Every week at the Ranch, Charli Mills hosts the Rough Writers and Friends flash fiction challenge. This week’s prompt: “In 99 words (no more, no less) write a fish tale. It can be about fishing from any angle, about those who fish, or what might be caught. Go where the prompt leads.”
3 thoughts on “Gone Fishin’ (Jane Doe Flash Fiction)”
Clever Deborah. Angling for a compliment – a divorce attorney I don’t think I’d want to be up against.
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That’s one fish that might be good it’s getting away!