So hot that I find myself perspiring, fumbling, unable to string words together.

Something about the way she touches his arm when I’m standing right there,

it fans the flames within: a raging inferno of jealousy.

Just a friend, he insists.

Always.

So chuffed that this post won top honours at Yeah write this week!

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43 thoughts on “Seething #MicroFiction

  1. That lady has some nerve. And his explanation needs to be more than “just a friend.” I’m advocating for your narrator when I say “Details!”

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