This week’s microfiction is a 60-word story about first-date jitters.
First Date at The Bone Orchard
“He suggested meeting at The Bone Orchard.”
“The Bone Orchard? That place is so skeevy.”
“You think every bar in the city is skeevy.”
“I’m just saying, he could have sprung for a nicer place for a first date. Show you he’s a real gentleman and all that.”
“Girl, what does it matter? I’ll be robbing his ass either way.”
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