Peter stared steadily into his opponent’s face. He was trying not to get distracted by her large eyelashes.
Focus, Peter! You’ve got a job to do.
Smiling, he reached out to touch her cheek. She smiled and leaned into his palm. With his right hand he then gingerly brought the steel towards her face, inching forward so as not to startle her.
In a lightning move, she brought her left hand up and blocked it while grinning.
‘Are you done yet, Peter?’ came a voice from the other room.
‘No! This is going nowhere. This kid simply refuses to eat!’
Welcome to The Moving Quill!
For this year’s A to Z Challenge, I’ve taken up the theme of
An Oxymoron rendered in micro-fiction.
Each day’s title will have one half of the oxymoron while the second half will be revealed towards the end of the post.
Follow me as I unravel each tale in exactly 100 words.