Its Sunday again! You know what that means, right?
Oh yes! Welcome once again to Six Sentence Sunday the home of tiny titbits of delicious prose. This week, still working through my A-Z of Flash Fiction we’re looking at the letter ‘R,’ the trigger word for which is race.
One of the M/M pieces of flash I’ve been working on here there and everywhere. I quite enjoyed putting this together; its light and playful, short and sweet.
~Mark and Simon race to the top of a hill in the wilds outside their home, planning for some alone time….
Simon turned around to face down the hill just as Mark finally made it to the top. “You planned this!” He cried, pointing an accusatory finger.
Mark bent down with his hands cupping his knees, glancing up through a curtain of sweaty dark hair. He quirked one eyebrow and smiled. “Well duh!”
Naughty, naughty Mark! Why would you propose a race you’re certain to lose?! You’ll have to wait until I publish the whole piece of flash to find out. :p
Until next week friends!
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