Every week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (thank you, Rochelle!) hosts a flash fiction challenge, to write a complete story, based on a photoprompt, with a beginning, middle and end, in 100 words or less. Post it on your blog, and include the Photoprompt and Inlinkz on your page. Link your story URL. Then the fun starts as you read other peoples’ stories and comment on them!
Dillon saw Sally blink with surprise. Her mouth twitched.
‘You’re asking me out?’ she said.
Hot-cheeked, Dillon looked at the ground. ‘If you like,’ he muttered.
Sally laughed. ‘I’d rather date a frog,’ she said, and skipped away.
Desire, despair, mortification, Dillon’s feelings twisted him. He could hardly see; but he could hear.
They were laughing. The girls were laughing. The girls were laughing at him. Anger oozed like crimson blood from the cut of a razor.
‘But I love her,’ he thought. ‘I can’t hurt her.’
He slunk home to his bedroom – and wept.