Flash Fiction

Playing it cold (Friday Fictioneers)

Darcy pulled her scarf up and hunched her shoulders high. She felt stupid already and it was only four minutes after nine, but she’d known all along Jack wouldn’t come.

She wiped the bright red lipstick from her lips, and gingerly stepped across the ice back toward the school entrance. The note could have been from anyone. They were probably there right now laughing at her misery.

“Just don’t fall” Darcy whispered desperately to herself.

But she had already fallen – in the worst possible way. She had fallen for the coolest boy in school and it left her cold.

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Word Count: 100 words (I’d have loved a few more today!)

PHOTO PROMPT Dale Rogerson

I wrote this as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The idea is to write a short story (just 100 words) based on the photo prompt provided.

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Thanks for reading x

15 thoughts on “Playing it cold (Friday Fictioneers)”

  1. Sometimes you need an experience like this to get a better handle on human nature. No one wants the hard lessons though.🤔.
    I’m afraid a lot of girls want the coolest guy— and guys the cutest chicks—- because they will look good, in the eyes of their peers, standing next to him/ her. In teen years it’s often all about self-esteem.

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