The frigid sea mist stung as it slapped his face. At midnight, under normal circumstances, he would be in bed watching the late-night movie. Today had been anything but normal. He would not be standing by the lake in sub-zero temperatures had it not been for Meredith. She was the most beautiful woman who ever paid a moment’s attention to him. He just couldn’t say no. “No one can ever know,” she said, handing him the bag. He hoped getting hypothermia and frostbite was worth it. Seemed like a lot of effort just for disposal duty of teenage diary.
This 99-word story was inspired by and written for the Carrot Ranch’s Flash Fiction Challenge.
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The cost of love, hey. 🙂
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Ha! Teresa, I enjoyed the build-up of mystery and the wonderful and playful twist of what was to be disposed of.
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Thank you.
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I was like “Oh, lawd, this is going to be so dark, awful dark – whew, that was close…”
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I was thinking it could be much worse, but ran out of room lol
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That’s quite an evening. Didn’t see that one coming. Let’s hope the tides are in her favor.
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I loved the build up, but sorry, somehow didn’t get the last line. Maybe a cultural thing.
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Boy, would I love to get my hands on this diary, Theresa.
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