Nipped in the Bud
Words 201
“Impossible!”
“Nothing’s impossible.” Chotti said woodenly. Be still you traitorous heart.
“That’s just talk.” He scoffed.
“Don’t challenge me.” Chotti glowered.
He snorted. “That’s rich coming from someone who is mentally and vertically challenged.”
“I am petite.” Chotti declared snootily, “You are vertically unchallenged.”
“So you admit to being mentally challenged.” He smirked.
“Better than being rude, obnoxious…”
“Hey! I was only trying to help.”
“How? By being negative? By insulting me?”
“By being realistic. That’s too big a project. Drop it. Take up another.”
“Why? Because I am a girl?”
“Because you are a fool who has her head in the clouds.”
“Go away!” Chotti seethed. “I have no choice, there’s no time. This is it – do or die.”
He shrugged. “It’s your funeral.”
“Oh you think you are very funny don’t you?” Chotti ground out. “Instead of blathering, how about lending a hand?”
“Aha! Not too egoistic to ask for help?”
“Unlike some people.” Chotti sneered.
“I never need help.” He leaned closer, his breath warming her cheek.
“Exactly. You’re helpless.” Chotti rallied valiantly.
His rich laughter strummed her heart.
Enchanted, she gazed into his eyes, inches from hers.
“What the hell!” Daddy (aka ASR) stood at the doorway.
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Written for the Sunday Photo Fiction – a story in 200 words or less. Write and read more stories on this prompt here.
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