“Oh my god, Becca.” Cupboard doors slam, one after another. “We’re trying have a bff chick flick night here, and you’ve got no movie food–no ice cream, no buttery popcorn, no chips and dip, no cookies, no nothing!”
Becca’s voice is rueful. “Unfortunately, I was being a good girl when I did my shopping. My budget and my list and my desire to eat healthy all agreed, which of course means there’s nothing to eat in the house.”
Hey, not bad, considering I kinda wrote this in my sleep–I was in bed, slowly swimming up toward consciousness, and this was writing itself in my head. Now I can’t decide if it’s a sign that I’m a “natural born writer” or that I need to do some grocery shopping. Maybe both.
Every week, Girlie on the Edge hosts the Six Sentence Stories flash fiction linkup and blog hop. This week’s cue was AGREED. Fun sixes from other writers are at the link. Join us!