“You are my destiny…” he sang, giving a cheesy grin for flourish.
“Knock it off with the cornball, I’m not your destiny and you know it,” she snapped back.
“But you’re my love, my darling, my fiancée, my betrothed, right?”
“And your name is Destiny, right?”
“I swear to God, Mom, why couldn’t you have named me Madison or Courtney or Britnee like all the normal trendy mothers did,” she grumbled.
Every week, Denise at Girlie on the Edge hosts the Six Sentence Stories flash fiction linkup and blog hop. The rules are simple: Write a story, any genre, in exactly six sentences. This week’s cue was DESTINY. More fun sixes from other writers are at the link. Come join us; it’s a blast!