She found him in the tent that served his favorite, the dark ales, next to perky blonde he’d left with. Her hands clenched with rage.
“Hey Tom!” Stacy called.
The man beside the blonde turned, shocked.
Stacy cocked her arm as she strode, pleased that she’d surprised him in the act. She stood over him a moment later and turned to the blonde – and realized it was her best friend, Willette, in a new wig.
“Happy Birthday!” Willette said with a little smirk.
Stacy turned, finding shocked, familiar faces all around.
“You're early,” Tom slurred from the ground.
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In a flashShort Story
Short works, flash fiction and drabbles. These pieces may be as short as one hundred words, or as long as one thousand. They may be speculative in nature, or just a bit of prose poetry. Some of these works may be found in my other collections. I wa...