‘The door jingled as Tim stepped into the Post Office.
I ignored him. He ignored me
It was all very civil.’
So, does that constitute as flash fiction? I was thinking about it today as I went about my business. This actually happened. Tim is this guy who stood me up about two weeks ago, then proceeded to make excuses with the F-bomb being dropped every other word in his excuses. Some sort of directed at me. (yeah, nice guy isn’t he?) Thank goodness he did stand me up.
But I thought that little bit of lines could be flash fiction.
Dear Reader, you tell me.
Signing off
~Kate
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