In a 100 words no more or less, here is my 13th Flasher Fiction Friday. Look to this link to read other great Flasher Fiction posts from great writers. Flasher Fiction Friday
Matt: How can I tell her? How can I say it? Her glares are like knives.
Jen: I know he did it. I can see it on his face. He smells like her. Should I pry it out of him? Maybe I’ll claw it out of him.
Matt: I can’t even look at her. She probably already knows. CRAP! I wonder what she’s thinking.
Jen: I hope his guilt makes him tell me who she is, and why I smell perfume.
Matt: Happy anniversary, I bought you some perfume. I hope you like it. Gah! I’m so lame, I’m dead.