“Thanks a lot. I’d said no, hadn’t I?”
“You don’t understand, Sis.”
“What’s to understand, Ali?” Jennifer straightened, and blew frizzy hair out of her scarlet face. Fingering the softness of her cashmere sweater, mouth puckered, she threw it across the bed.
“I wore it once—for my Valentine’s…”
“I’m ecstatic for you.” Jennifer hissed. “I now pronounce you Ali and spaghetti stain.”
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The word limit for Ecstatic is 75 words. I used 63 words today. Check out http://mommasmoneymatters.com/flash-fiction/ for rules and contributions.
February 12, 2013 at 9:04 pm
Hahahaha! I love this. 🙂 Great flash, Tess!
February 12, 2013 at 10:39 pm
Very interesting! A sisterly exchange, and very accurate in my realm of sisterhood.
February 16, 2013 at 5:36 pm
Thank you kb. Lots of squabbles among and between sisters. Ha ha.
February 13, 2013 at 1:46 am
Excellent! what a selfish sister, very well portayed in those few words!
February 16, 2013 at 5:31 pm
Thanks, Gilly. If you’re going to lift ‘things’, you should know how to cover your tracks. Ha ha.
February 13, 2013 at 2:22 am
I love the grumpiness of it!
February 16, 2013 at 5:29 pm
That’s girls for you–the ones taken advantage of. Thanks, Rose.
February 13, 2013 at 2:41 am
Yes – I can see this going down 😉
Well done Tess!!
February 16, 2013 at 5:28 pm
Thanks, Ghia. Can’t live with them and can’t live without ’em.
February 18, 2013 at 2:23 am
I have it thus – can’t live with them, can’t shoot them 😉
February 18, 2013 at 3:38 pm
Yep, I grew up in a house full of girls, five of us; no boys. We didn’t fight over clothes because I was the oldest and my clothes weren’t to anyone’s taste. I don’t recall fights amongst the younger sisters.
February 19, 2013 at 1:50 am
Me and my sister fought all the time!!!
Sometimes still do – it’s as if we were raised by two different families!
February 13, 2013 at 7:28 am
I love this one! It made me smile and then laugh right out loud! Sisters, bah
February 16, 2013 at 5:25 pm
Hi, Valentine. Yeah, sisters. I was lucky because I was the oldest so no-one borrowed from me.
February 14, 2013 at 4:14 pm
What can I say, I’m ecstatic! I’ve never had a sister, but that’s how I imagine it. Very nice.
February 16, 2013 at 5:22 pm
Ha ha, Susan. Thanks. I was lucky because I was the oldest so no-one could borrow from me.
February 15, 2013 at 10:52 am
Haha, this is brilliant. I can’t tell you how many lambswool sweaters my sisterS ruined of mine. 🙂
February 16, 2013 at 5:20 pm
Sisters! Yeah, sometimes the fur flies…
February 19, 2013 at 12:42 pm
Very clever, and as always, very descriptive. Nice job!
February 20, 2013 at 7:04 pm
You’re too kind, Pamela. How are the boys today?